"Kill me? Do you have the qualifications? About 100 years ago, my punch should have broken your meridians, right? Although I don't know what techniques you used to repair your injuries yet... You are still far too inferior to fight me."
"You can try."
The two opposed each other, the smell of smoke from the lightning strikes quickly spread and rose in the air.
The lightning descended faster and faster. As the black clouds gathered, it caused the weather to change. The light rain that had stopped earlier instantly became even heavier.
Boom!
When a bolt of lightning struck between the two, it was like a referee whistling to start the match.
Yang Zhengyi willed and the longsword on his back was automatically unsheathed. Cold light shot out in all directions, emitting a buzzing sound in the air.
Buzz!
It was sharp and ear-piercing.
