World Origin Energy in the surroundings churned as the twins activated their swords' inscription skills at the same time.
The sword in Xuan Meng's hands became shrouded in pure white mist.
This was the simplest inscription skill of the second round, but its power was clear for all to see. Against much flashier and more powerful-looking inscriptions, it had come out on top with no trouble whatsoever.
It was the perfect example of how having more was not always better, and having less was not always worse.
Yet even with this sword in hand, Xuan Meng did not feel like victory was already his for the taking.
Roar-!
A powerful shockwave erupted with Xuan Ming as the core, but Xuan Meng was prepared for it.
The sword of white mist paved the way forward as Xuan Meng continued his advance, ready to meet the expanding shockwave head-on.
