"You are indeed qualified to duel me." As soon as the word "duel" left his lips, the giant sword in Bujia's hand was already swinging down like a silver streak from above his head. The distance between him and Brand was about ten meters, seeming both distant and close — but in an instant, the massive sword blade was already above Brand's head.
Brand didn't need to lift his head to realize how dangerous this strike was. It was as if a thousand miles of mountains and rivers were collapsing above him, thunderous and overwhelming; the sword had not even arrived, yet its momentum had already seized the moment.
This strike held at least the uppermost power of the Golden Rank, but unlike the same Golden Rank Test's sharp sword, Bujia's sword was heavy, and once he struck, it made one feel insignificant and inescapable.
Brand had experienced such a sword before, though not firsthand, but the experience of such an avalanche-like momentum was exactly the same as this time.
