Still on the roof.
The roof is like an ordinary street. While this is not flat ground, which may be difficult to tread.
The swords clashed again. Now there is no winner. Kick and inner power are equally balanced, making both of them fall far into the grass.
Tonight is a witness. That there had been present in this country someone who possessed great power beyond Chen Tong's.
Likewise, the masked swordsman feels challenged, because the opponent in front of him cannot be underestimated.
Both legs tried to stop suddenly and hold their bodies from falling off the roof.
"Ukhh," Chen Tong muttered in annoyance, he who slipped backwards because of the masked swordsman's sword move was really great.
He almost fell if his legs didn't work together to support him. If he took one step, he would likely hit the ground.
"Er, hm...."
The masked swordsman swallowed heavily his saliva, as if he was swallowing the seeds of a salak fruit.
