Lancelot's martial prowess was undoubtedly formidable. On the battlefield, he could dispatch dozens of knights single-handedly, a reputation backed by genuine strength.
The two men closed in on each other, the atmosphere instantly growing taut as a fierce battle seemed ready to erupt at any moment.
The surrounding air felt as though it had been ignited by the palpable tension, and everyone present could feel the oppressive weight pressing down upon them.
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