Just as the chi flowed out of Ming, it gradually returned back to him as well. The two weapons that he was holding combined into one black and white plastic-looking scimitar. "Get up. We do not have time to waste."
Ming ordered as he swirled the newly formed blade around. "Your objective is to make me use my ultimate form. Pressure me with what you have learned so far and don't hold back!"
"I won't be giving you any concession. If you die by my plastic scimitar then you only have yourself to blame. You should be ashamed till you beat me to clear those sins." Ming stated as the winter winds on top of the mountain began to whistle into their ears.
