A single strong strike sent me hurtling into the air, my rapier flying from my grasp, creating an open wound that sprayed blood into the air. I remained airborne for almost three seconds before crashing to the hard ground, causing powerful ripples that intensified my vomiting of blood.

Even though I managed to parry the attack, its force was so intense that I nearly died. Thankfully, the wound it inflicted wasn't deep, but upon hitting the ground, it felt as though several bones had shattered, making it difficult to stand up

Even though I parried the attack, its force was so strong that I nearly died. Luckily, the wound wasn't deep, but hitting the ground made it feel like some bones had broken, making it hard to stand up.

The battle is far from over; the guards overseeing it remain inactive. And so my opponent begins to approach me, cursing with each step. However, my ears are ringing, and my vision is fading to black. I can sense the urge to surrender, but... what is this feeling? It's a sensation urging me not to give up, telling me I can overcome this, a feeling of unwavering determination.

Why would I yield so easily? I've already faced death once... this is nothing. I strain to locate my sword, and there it lies in the distance. But as my enemy approaches, I struggle to stand, my body still weakened.

I attempt to reach for it, but it's futile—it's too far away. I strain to rise to my feet, but it's impossible; the sword seems tantalizingly close yet remains out of reach. Desperately, I begin to crawl towards it, determined to grasp it. But my enemy is already upon me, ready to execute his final move.

Then comes the final, sweeping slash towards me. All I can think about is reaching for the sword, seizing it, grabbing it, and moving it—MOVE. Suddenly, a resounding clang reverberates throughout the area as I struggle to stop the massive slash using my sword. But wait... how?

I'm not sure what happened, but it seems to shock the enemy, momentarily lowering his guard. Seizing the opportunity, I push him back and quickly rise to my feet, feeling as though thousands of bolts of energy are coursing through my body. What in the world just happened? All I wanted was to take the sword... Move it.

Suddenly the sword is slowly moving on its own. No, it's moving according to my will... wait, no way. Before I can fully process this, the enemy dashes towards me again, not giving me a chance to think.

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You know what, just do it!... And with a sudden jolt, the sword flies towards the enemy, grazing his face slightly before continuing until it collides with a wall... No way! The enemy is as shocked as I am, halting his advance as he tries to comprehend what just happened. Blood trickles from his cheeks, evidence of the sword's unexpected strike.

This greatly angers him, as if he's activated numerous buff and enraging skills, and he attempts to strike me once more. The sword flies farther this time. I attempt to reach it using this newfound skill, but it's still far of reach, and the enemy is already upon me!

If it can be used on a sword... then maybe. I recall a crucial scene from a Star Wars movie where a power called 'Force Move' was used. 'Force Move,' huh? I muster my strength and focus on forcefully pushing him, channeling the energy into a powerful pushing hand palm to strike against the enemy.

It propels him backward as winds gush out in the area. Despite his efforts to stop the momentum, he is still struck back with great force... Once again, everyone is shocked... including me. This power is insane!

The sword I recalled before returns to me, and before he can make another move, I use the Force Move on the sword, hurling it towards him with tremendous momentum and speed. Before he can even attempt to dodge, it strikes him on the shoulders.

The sword becomes lodged in him. To bring this battle to an end, I use Force Move on myself this time. It feels like something is pushing me forward, like a pushing palm. I dash towards him with great momentum, appearing before him before he can even react.

Quickly, I grab the sword and drive it deeper into him, pushing him back until he falls. Despite his injuries, he continues to fight, refusing to surrender. He tries to pull the sword out and stand up, but I am over him, pushing the sword forcefully as blood gushes from his wounds.

The overseers' guards swiftly intervene, halting the conflict and declaring me the victor. The healers promptly begin tending to both my wounds and those of my opponent. To believe I emerged victorious... and these powers...

This power is like something out of Star Wars... no, it's more akin to telekinesis. But how did I even obtain this power? Where did it come from? Last time, I was revived from death, and now I can use telekinetic powers? But perhaps with this power, I can rise to the top... Yes, this is it. My ascent has begun.

"He who traversed the shadows, an elusive enigma moving among us with whispered grace, leaving behind echoes of unseen truths—a silent sentinel veiled in the enigmatic mysteries of all realm"