Natasha looked at Hell's Wan Ge, who shook his head: "My assassination won't get within three meters of him without being detected. Once detected, my assassination speed will certainly be no match for his technique."
So, defeat is inevitable.
Natasha: "Is that so, then what use are you?"
Hell's Wan Ge: "...."
Being someone who hasn't reached even Grandmaster Level.
This ever-burning pride cultivated anytime, anywhere, how exactly was it cultivated?
It's a mystery.
The tsunami was already overhead.
Sui Yi remained calm, with index fingers on both hands facing each other, eyes closed, performing hand seals.
When the tsunami arrived, he delivered a spectacle of fireworks.
The fireworks illuminated Lingyun Pavilion like a river flowing in splendor.
Abe Haruaki's fingers moved like bones, and a flute sound echoed crisply over his lips.
The water twisted around the flame, creating countless sparks that shot out like rain of flowers.
