At this moment, Abe Haruaki is looking at Sui Yi from the rooftop, his expression relaxed. The beauty brought by his skin complements him as if he blends seamlessly with the blue sky and white clouds. Meanwhile, Sui Yi still maintains a faint smile from his earlier conversation with Qi Lian, appearing equally calm and unperturbed. The aura formed between them is gentle and benign, not carrying any threat.
Art, truly, is different from martial arts.
Because on the other side, the two peerless martial artists have already...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The air currents, like the howling north wind, originate from the martial aura of the two individuals.
Song Que sits cross-legged on the island, while Miyamoto Musashi has already gripped his sword with his right hand.
"My sword, Hōki Kuni Yasutsuna," he slowly draws his sword as he speaks, and with the drawing of his sword, his energy and spirit elevate terrifyingly, making his voice reverberate throughout the void.
