A thin stream of blood trickled down the corner of Baylor's lips, yet his smile remained.
"No doubt… you will."
In response to her swords, Baylor unleashed his full strength, summoning an equal number of spears.
Then, in an instant, the battlefield was filled with the clashing of weapons. Blades and spears shattered against one another, leaving hundreds of streaks in the air.
Every time one was destroyed, both Rem and Baylor would immediately recreate their swords and spears.
The relentless exchange of attacks continued.
At times, one of Baylor's spears would slip through—but before it could reach its target, it would dissipate upon nearing Rem's barrier.
Meanwhile, Rem's swords occasionally found their way toward Baylor. Though he either dodged or deflected them, the fact remained… he had been wounded.
He had already stopped the bleeding from his initial injury, but that didn't change the reality—he had been struck.
