The moment Dominic and Lester were within striking distance, Dominic made the first move and thrust his curved knife toward Lester's heart.
Lester kept charging forward, heading straight into the trajectory of the curved knife. Right before the curved knife could strike his chest, he parried it with a reverse grip.
After a clang, Dominic's curved knife clashed with Lester's blade, sending sparks flying and lighting up the scene with a dazzling glow.
Lester crashed into Dominic with a dull thud. The two were knocked apart.
Wielding the blade in his hand, Dominic narrowed his gaze as he locked his eyes on Lester. "You actually dodged it, huh? Not bad."
Lester held his blade in a backhand grip. Fresh blood dripped steadily from it. Illuminated by the cars' headlights, the crimson blood gleamed with an eerie glow.
Dominic was shocked at the sight of blood and slowly looked down. When he saw the wound on his abdomen, he gaped at it in disbelief, as if he couldn't accept that he was injured.
"How can this be? I've defeated you before! How could you even land a blow on me?"
Lester flicked the blood off his blade and coldly remarked, "Like I said, this isn't a child's game. It's a fight to the death. I'm not going easy on you."
The idea that Lester had held back hit Dominic like a slap across the face.
Dominic's face went pale. The searing pain from his wounds felt like something was gnawing at it from the inside, making it unbearable. But the humiliation hurt even more.
His second place crowned in the military was just a joke.
Dominic desperately wished the ground would crack open and swallow him whole before sealing up again. He couldn't wait to disappear from everyone's sight. Unfortunately, all of it was merely his wishful thinking.
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