Eric was reputed to be the top martial artist in the Western Country. Chen Feng had not heard of him before, but he did recall meeting a competent Western martial artist during his time in the Land of No One. However, Chen Feng had long forgotten his name.
"Eric, huh? Come down. Don't stay up there playing at gods and ghosts," called Chen Feng, beckoning with his hand.
"Beware of my sword!"
Eric, atop the building, held his war sword and dived down. He was bathed in holy light.
This move was even more breathtaking than any special effect in TV dramas or movies. The war sword in Eric's hand exuded an overwhelming aura of ferocity.
Chen Feng frowned slightly, then extended his hand and smacked it towards the sky.
Boom!
His palm hit Eric's sword head on, the spiritual light splashing against the sword.
Eric's figure was shaken by the impact, trembling in mid-air, before moving several meters sideways and landing on the ground.
