Flynn was face-to-face with Sebastian in no time. Shouting, he thrust the sword into Sebastian’s chest.
Once again, Sebastian turned sideways to dodge the sword attack. After Flynn’s first attempt failed, he tried again. This time, Sebastian raised his sword to stop Flynn’s attack. The huge impact numbed Flynn’s hand, shocking him.
He immediately attacked Sebastian with his sword again. Sebastian dodged it, and Flynn attacked again.
Flynn’s moves were incredibly sharp and aggressive, but each strike fell just short of injuring Sebastian. Even then, the crowd feared for Sebastian’s life.
“Why isn’t Sebastian using his sword?” Lana felt her palms grow clammy with nervousness.
In contrast, Bruce remained composed. “Looks like we may have underestimated him,” he observed knowingly.
“What do you mean, Dad? Is Sebastian better than Flynn?” Harvey asked.
Bruce replied thoughtfully, “I can’t say for certain, but Sebastian’s speed surpasses Flynn’s. Even if he can’t defeat Flynn, he’ll prove to be a formidable opponent.”
Bruce’s analysis did not calm Lana’s nerves. After all, they were talking about a duel, not some martial arts practice battle. Even if Sebastian and Flynn were evenly matched, Sebastian would still suffer great risks.
Soon, two minutes had passed. After hundreds of moves, Flynn still failed to hurt Sebastian.
Throughout the exchange, Sebastian did not counter-attack-not even unsheathing his sword. All he did was evade Flynn’s attacks and occasionally fend off Flynn’s sword with his sheath.
At this point, it was clear that Flynn stood no chance against Sebastian. It came as a great disbelief for the audience.
Flynn himself noticed the issue as well. Growing nervous, he increased the intensity of his attacks. Yet, he could not defeat Sebastian.
“Is this what you’re capable of? Dancing around like a monkey? Stop hiding and face me with your sword!” Flynn halted abruptly, snapping at Sebastian.
Members of the York family’s disciples joined in with taunts. “Yeah! Confront Mr. York with your blade. Quit clowning around!”
“You’re turning this into a circus.”
Sebastian chuckled. “Flynn York, I was trying to give you a chance. It’s a pity you’re just a loser.”
His remark drew laughter from the crowd. Despite Sebastian avoiding Flynn’s strikes without retaliating, Flynn failed to gain the upper hand.
Flynn erupted, shouting, “All bark and no bite! Stop dodging and face my attacks like a man! I’ll take your head for sure.”
“As you wish. Come at me!” Sebastian wagged a finger at Flynn in mockery.
“You bastard! I’ll kill you!” Provoked, Flynn raised his sword and dashed toward Sebastian.
With a smile, Sebastian held Flynn’s sword with two fingers instead of evading the attack like the previous times.
“Gosh!” The crowd was stunned by the scene. Only a warrior far superior to his opponent could dare catch a sword this way. Such a move carried great risks, such as losing a finger or even a hand.
