"Come on!"
It seemed that Winston Ward knew that Jagger Patel was getting impatient. He shook his head with a smile and responded with a serious expression.
Buzz!!
Suddenly, accompanied by a heavy and piercing sound of a blade, Jagger Patel's figure flickered, and he made his move just in time.
His body moved with the blade, ghostlike.
At the same time, Winston Ward also moved, but he did not use any weapons, engaging Jagger Patel entirely with his flesh and blood.
Bam! Bam!
Winston Ward's iron fists shot out like cannonballs, swift and powerful, shaking the void and creating rings of ripples as if the space might crack at any moment.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
...
Jagger Patel's blade, between wide and open movements, seemed simple, yet it contained the mystery of simplicity beyond complexity.
The sword energy was rampant, as if it could destroy everything!
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
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