"No wonder the criteria set by the sect is to see who can endure the longest, and not whether we could defeat them… with experience and deadly techniques in their arsenal, a new disciple is destined to die against them."
The grin on Ezra Zephyr's face widened. "In that case, let's see who will last longer."
~SWWOOSH~
The prince wielded the purple hool, as his ethereal body dashed forward like a wisp of smoke. He planned to switch from defence to offence
Ajin Pardo let out an icy chuckle when he saw this. His body also shot forth, an aura pulsing around his sword as it transformed into numerous sword shadows that went after the vital points on Ezra's body.
~CLANG CLANG~
Two blurry figures clashed like lightning in the arena, after-images appearing one after another. A clear clang could be heard at every clash, accompanied by an astonishing shockwave of spiritual energy.
