"President, did you win?" Jerome asked Gatling.
"It's not that easy. He chose to leave on his own," Gatling replied.
Jerome understood then that this battle was not yet over.
Lin Qianxuan's gaze was still fixed on the marks, and vaguely, he seemed to sense something.
Very sharp, filled with a forward-moving realm.
That's right, it's the realm.
This mysterious and profound thing.
These attacks seemed to contain the manifestation of the opponent's willpower.
In a trance, he seemed to see a lizardman casually swing a large two-handed sword, and the invisible sword intent split the sea.
Lin Qianxuan concentrated his divine energy and tried to strike lightly forward with his finger.
He was attempting to simulate the opponent's attack.
In an instant, essence qi gathered.
Whoosh~!
A mark appeared on the water's surface not far away, left by a slash.
