"One move to determine victory."
Mandatory battle rules!
Shen Ye's heart sank as he became alert once more.
This guy is pretty strong!
His attributes are all designed to force a win in battles.
But—
If it's a one-on-one duel, it's actually more suitable for me to win.
"Here he comes again, and this time I can't intervene. Your life or death will be decided by him, kid."
The Ship of Destruction said in a schadenfreude tone.
"You haven't seen me for a long time." Shen Ye said.
With a 'clang', the Rain Blade unsheathed, gripped in his hand.
He assumed a defensive stance, holding his breath and waiting.
One breath.
Two breaths.
A spear suddenly emerged from the void, piercing through Shen Ye's chest, lifting his entire body high.
The man, with the "Dark Lone Wanderer" floating above his head, suddenly appeared.
He raised the spear high, lifting the struggling Shen Ye, and laughed loudly:
