Screeeech—!
The True Martial, made from countless supernatural materials, burst into sparks as they collided.
Immediately, an elongated sound of striking melded into a continuous noise.
The explosive sounds on the dueling peak platform were enough to rupture the eardrums of any Martial Artist.
Both men turned into fleeting shadows, streaking through the mist like meteors. Under the empowerment of Chaotic Heaven, Meng Chuan grew even more terrifying.
Whoosh—!
A large chunk of shoulder flesh was torn off, and in Motohiko's mind, an explosive sound reverberated, sending fiery convulsions deep into his sea of consciousness.
Fortunately for him, he was lucky to have dodged quickly enough.
If he had been caught by the neck, death would have been certain, or at least, a fate worse than death.
He struck back with the tip of his spear, a ghostly scream accompanied by swirls of malicious energy.
