Bang!!
Bishop Newman's large red robe flickered and vanished in an instant.
His beast claw swung fiercely, but it was blocked by a silver shield.
Clang!
The pitch-black claws scratched across the silver shield, emitting a grating friction and sparking a streak of fire.
Chen Lun brushed past him, retracting the silver shield into a cane, and struck Bishop Newman on the back with a backward swing.
The figure in the red robe let out a muffled grunt, slid forward, then stomped a foot hard enough to break the floor and dug into the ground to stop himself.
Turning around, Newman gazed at his adversary.
The black-haired young man took off his top hat with a wave, and the hat disappeared.
He had a smile on his face as the wind, carrying fallen leaves, blew by, lifting the hair on his forehead.
In the brief exchange, Newman was shocked to find that he did not have the upper hand and even seemed to be at a disadvantage.
