The world exploded into violence.

Bowman moved first, his form blurring as he closed the distance in a fraction of a heartbeat. His daggers traced deadly arcs through the air, poison-coated edges leaving glowing green trails that promised death with the slightest touch.

Oziel's response was instantaneous, sidestepping the strikes with precision born from decades of combat. His sword came around in a tight arc, silver light trailing from the blade as it cut through the space where Bowman had been.

Clang clang clang!

Three impacts in rapid succession as dagger met sword, each collision generating sparks and shockwaves that cracked the cobblestones beneath them. The sound echoed through the street like thunder compressed into sharp bursts.

Raze stumbled backward, his perception barely able to track the exchange despite his enhanced senses. They were moving too fast, each motion optimized through years of training that pushed human capability into supernatural territory.

Bowman disengaged with a backflip that carried him twenty feet away in a single motion, his amber eyes analyzing Oziel's defense. He vanished again, appearing behind the swordsman with speed that made him seem to teleport.

His daggers struck from an impossible angle, aimed at exposed spine with surgical precision.

But Oziel's blade was already there, intercepting the attack before it could land. The sword moved like it had a mind of its own, finding Bowman's weapons and deflecting them with minimal wasted motion.

Clang clang!

The assassin's eyes narrowed. This wasn't luck or random defense. The swordsman was reading his movements, predicting trajectories before attacks fully developed.

He pressed harder, abandoning technique for raw aggression. His daggers struck from random angles, feints mixed with genuine killing blows. The poison coating his body intensified, turning his entire form into a lethal weapon.

Oziel gave ground, his sword a blur of silver light as he parried strikes that came faster than conscious thought could process. The blade sang through the air, each deflection perfect despite the chaotic nature of the assault.

Clang clang clang clang clang!

The exchange lasted seconds but encompassed dozens of strikes, each carrying enough force to shatter stone. They moved across the street in a deadly dance, their footwork creating craters while their weapons carved gouges in everything nearby.

Bowman's dagger slipped through, the poison-coated edge grazing Oziel's shoulder. The fabric dissolved instantly where toxin touched, revealing reddened skin that blistered from brief contact.

Oziel didn't slow. His blade came around in a horizontal slash that would have removed Bowman's head if it connected. The assassin dropped into a slide, his daggers aimed upward at the swordsman's exposed chest.

The blade came down vertically, missing Bowman by inches as the assassin rolled clear with acrobatic precision. He came up in a crouch, daggers crossed defensively.

Blood seeped from Oziel's shoulder where poison was already working through his system. Bowman remained unscathed, his speed and the protection of his toxic aura keeping him safe from counterstrikes.

The assassin attacked again, closing distance with terrifying speed. His movements became a blur, daggers striking from every conceivable angle while his poison-coated body turned any contact into a death sentence.

Oziel's sword became a wall of silver light, each swing creating afterimages that made tracking the actual blade nearly impossible. His technique was flawless, every strike flowing into the next with perfection that spoke to a lifetime dedicated to mastering the blade.

One strike connected. The edge caught Bowman's left forearm, opening a deep cut that bled profusely. The silver energy had bypassed his poison aura momentarily, cutting through the defensive layer to wound flesh beneath.

Bowman examined his bleeding arm with professional detachment, noting how the wound refused to clot properly. Whatever power the swordsman possessed, it prevented normal healing responses.

His poison aura shifted, no longer just coating his body but manifesting independently. Green mist poured from his pores, toxic vapor filling the air and spreading outward in an expanding cloud.

The mist carried death in every molecule, corrosive to organic matter and designed to dissolve lungs with each breath. The street began to fill with the poisonous fog, visibility dropping as the green haze thickened.

Oziel's eyes narrowed as the toxic atmosphere spread. Fighting in this environment meant every second was a countdown to incapacitation. He needed to end this quickly.

Silver light intensified around his blade, the glow becoming bright enough to hurt looking at directly. The air around the sword began to distort, reality itself bending away from an edge that had become sharp enough to cut more than just physical matter.

He brought the sword down in a vertical slash that created visible distortion in its wake, the strike carrying enough power to cleave buildings. The speed made evasion nearly impossible.

Bowman's eyes widened. He threw himself sideways with everything he had, his enhanced speed pushed beyond normal limits.

The slash missed his torso by inches but caught his right leg. The blade cut through muscle and bone with ease that made mockery of Master rank durability. Bowman screamed as his lower leg separated, blood spraying as the limb fell away.

He hit the ground hard, rolling through momentum despite the catastrophic injury. He came up in a one-legged stance, daggers still held defensively despite blood loss and shock.

His face was pale but his eyes remained focused, the professional killer refusing to concede defeat.

The poison cloud intensified dramatically, the green mist becoming so thick it obscured everything beyond a few feet. The vapor began to coalesce into something more substantial, taking shapes that moved with independent purpose.

Serpentine forms writhed through the air, dozens of them striking toward Oziel from all directions. Toxic constructs acting like living creatures under the assassin's direction.

Oziel's sword cut through them, his blade slicing the poison serpents apart with each strike. But they reformed almost instantly, the mist condensing back into attacking shapes faster than he could destroy them.

While he was occupied, Bowman pulled a vial from inside his coat with shaking hands. He poured the contents over his severed leg, the liquid glowing with alchemical properties. The bleeding slowed dramatically, flesh beginning to knit at a visible rate.

Oziel realized the tactical problem. The assassin had sacrificed mobility to create this distraction, buying time for regeneration while the poison constructs kept him occupied.

He charged through the cloud despite the toxic damage, his body pushing through pain that would incapacitate normal cultivators. His speed carried him directly at Bowman's position, sword raised for a killing strike.

But Bowman anticipated it. His remaining leg launched him backward while his daggers flew toward Oziel's exposed torso. The weapons spun through poison mist, edges coated with concentrated toxin.

Oziel's blade intercepted both, deflecting them with precision despite reduced visibility. But the action cost him momentum, his charge disrupted just enough that Bowman gained distance and precious seconds.

They circled through the green mist, both wounded and fighting through injuries that would kill normal people. Bowman's leg was regenerating slowly, the healing potion accelerating the process. Oziel's poison exposure was accumulating, his movements becoming incrementally less precise.

Bowman manifested his daggers back to his hands, the weapons materializing from the poison mist itself. He threw them again but this time they split mid-flight, each becoming a dozen smaller projectiles that spread to cover a wide area.

Oziel's sword deflected most but several got through, toxic needles embedding in his arms and torso with burning impact. Poison flooded directly into his bloodstream, the concentrated dose far worse than atmospheric exposure.

His vision blurred momentarily, legs trembling as toxin attacked his nervous system. But silver energy flooded through his pathways, burning away portions of the poison before it could fully take hold. His bloodline fought back, buying time before incapacitation.

Behind them Raze watched with growing dread. Both combatants were deteriorating but Bowman seemed to have advantages in an extended fight. The poison was cumulative, growing worse with time, while the assassin was steadily healing.

The mist condensed dramatically, compressing into a concentrated sphere around Bowman that glowed with intensity suggesting massive power accumulation. The green light became almost blinding, toxic energy building toward devastating release.

Oziel's mind calculated frantically. This was an attack designed to overwhelm through sheer concentration of lethal energy. Running wasn't an option with Raze and the others behind him. Blocking seemed impossible.

Which left only desperation.

His entire body began to glow with silver light that matched his blade. His form started to blur, not from speed but from transformation as bloodline power flooded every cell. His body was becoming an extension of his sword.

The air around him sharpened, reality distorting as his power concentrated into a single point. This wasn't just technique but something beyond normal comprehension, an application of power that shouldn't be possible at Master rank.

They released simultaneously.

Green toxin exploded outward in a sphere of concentrated death. Silver light created a cutting line through reality itself. The two attacks met in collision that generated a shockwave visible from blocks away.

The intersection became briefly undefined, poison trying to dissolve flesh that had stopped being matter, cutting trying to sever an attack that existed as diffuse cloud. Reality seemed confused about which should win.

Then the techniques resolved. Green and silver energies dissipated as both attacks exhausted themselves against each other. The poison cloud vanished completely. Oziel's radiance faded.

Both combatants stood gasping, completely drained. Bowman's regenerated leg gave out, sending him to one knee. Oziel remained upright but barely, using his sword for support.

Raze started to move forward but Anastasia grabbed his arm, her expression tense as she watched the two Masters struggle to stay conscious.

Bowman pulled himself back to standing with visible effort. His amber eyes studied Oziel with something that might have been respect mixed with calculation. Without a word, he began backing away, movements careful and measured.

When he'd gained sufficient distance, his form blurred and he disappeared into the capital's afternoon crowds.

Oziel watched until the assassin was completely gone, then his legs finally gave out. Raze rushed forward to catch him, preventing the swordsman from hitting the cobblestones.

"We need to leave," Elizabeth urged, her voice tight with fear. "That fight drew attention. Guards will investigate."

They helped Oziel to the carriage, the swordsman's poison exposure requiring immediate treatment. The coachman was dead but Anastasia took the reins, guiding them toward the merchant quarter while Raze and Elizabeth supported Oziel inside.

The legendary swordsman had proven his worth, standing against one of the kingdom's most dangerous assassins and fighting him to a standstill. But the cost had been heavy and the enemy would return with reinforcements.

They'd survived, but the real war was just beginning.

Somewhere in the distance, Bowman limped through shadows, already planning his report to the Pope. The young cultivators had recruited someone far more dangerous than anticipated. Simple assassination was no longer viable.

This would require the Syndicate's full attention.

Next time would be different. Next time he wouldn't come alone.

The clash of masters had ended in a draw, but when they met again, overwhelming force would decide the victor.

And Bowman smiled despite his wounds, already anticipating that rematch.

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