Transmigrated into a reversed world Chapter 174 174: Let’s have a duel

anwhile, while Mira and Louis were looking for the supposed creature, Zane knocked on Viktor's door with a firm determination filling his white pupils.

"Knock…"

Viktor stared blankly at the ceiling as sunlight flitted through the pink curtains, stirred by the gentle breeze. The knock on his door snapped him out of his thoughts.

He sat up, his curls swaying with the motion, opening the door; his eyes lit up when he saw who it was.

Zane's serious expression made Viktor suppress his curiosity as he opened the door wide. Despite his bloodshot eyes, his face scread, 'Spill it all.''

Zane sat down on the chair; Viktor sat across, his hands pressed hard on his thighs and he barely held back his anxious expression.

He straightened up when Zane parted his lips, "Let's go to your space and talk." Not waiting for his words to settle, Zane blinked and found himself in Viktor's space.

"Let's have a duel." Zane's abrupt request left Viktor confused. Where was the juicy news he'd been expecting?

As if hearing Viktor's complaints he said as he got into a battle stance.

"I will tell you after our duel…don't hold back." As Zane spoke, his aura shifted, sharpening like an unsheathed blade.

Viktor's expression turned serious; Zane didn't initiate the first attack but waited calmly; Viktor couldn't wait anymore and attacked.

His fingers went straight for Zane's weak point, but Zane easily deflected his attack, going straight for his throat, leaving no chance for Viktor to dodge.

The blow stopped a hair's breadth from Viktor's throat. His nerves tightened, cold sweat trickling down his back. For the first ti, he had been inches from death—in a single move.

The way he looked at Zane changed. He got over his shock, and excitent burst through his veins, his curiosity forgotten, and a surge to win this duel enveloped him; he couldn't rember facing an opponent who put him at the edge.

"Bang!!!"

The serene surroundings echoed with the sounds of their clash. Viktor's attacks were missed every ti, while Zane's counterstrikes ca close to ending him. In a real life-and-death battle, Viktor knew he would have died several tis over.

He heaved, his breath coming out in pants; his body was overtaxed from taking Zane's hit; he blinked the sweat from his eyes and saw Zane, who was calm as a mountain, without any shortness of breath or ruffled appearance. He looked the sa at the start of the fight.

Viktor realized he couldn't defeat him, his eyes scanned the area, and he dived into the water; since his attacks don't work on land, he would use water.

Zane couldn't see Viktor's figure, he calmly closed his eyes and let his ears and his other senses beco his sight.

He felt a vibration co from his feet, and he dodged imdiately; a water claw swiped through the place he was standing a mont ago.

Viktor dived back in, blending with the plants and launched several attacks on Zane which was dodged like he had a pair of eyes all over his body.

This ti, Viktor silently changed his form of attack; he moved soundlessly under Zane's foot; he tid it seamlessly and was able to drag Zane by the feet and pull him into the water.

"Plop!!!"

Zane held his breath, his eyes opened and he was shocked to see Viktor's form: his curls swayed like serpents in the water, and his legs had transford into a sharp-edged silver tail. His golden, slit-pupil eyes glead with a dangerous beauty that was both captivating and lethal.

His montary daze gave Viktor a chance to land a hit.

A small ripple of waves ford by their actions; Zane was pushed back, and regained his focus; his eyes changed partially to his hawk eyes, and he was able to fix his gaze on Viktor like a reader.

He slipped out of the tail's path, but he was a bit slow, and the edges nicked him on the shoulder, drawing out seeps of blood which blended in with the water.

Viktor was faster in water, giving Zane no chance to initiate any attack, Zane could dodge barely, he was at a disadvantage but with his years of battle, he was much more experienced and was calm, not flustered by being pressed back, his eyes darted around and he picked out a weak point in Viktor's defense.

They were sinking, and Zane felt he was almost at his limit of holding his breath; he lunged forward, baiting Viktor into a decisive strike.

Viktor's hair lashed out like living chains, wrapping around Zane's wrist and holding him in place.

He was about to land a finishing blow, but Zane was too calm, making Viktor feel sothing was wrong, but he was in the process of attacking and couldn't withdraw his attack; his claws swiped at Zane's chest.