"You…"
Just a minute ago, the two fought to a deadlock.
But now, Brysen Beaumont felt completely overwhelmed!
Had his opponent been holding back?
Or was it really because his wife called him home for dinner?
Impossible!
He didn't believe it!
"Ah!"
Brysen Beaumont roared in anger and pushed himself up from the ground, standing awkwardly.
Whoosh!
The butcher knife in his hand flew out, carrying a chilling murderous intent, cleaving through the air!
Afterward, Brysen Beaumont leaped high into the air!
Clang!
Julius Reed swung his sword and repelled the butcher knife.
In mid-air.
Brysen Beaumont caught the butcher knife in his hand and chopped down again!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Three flashes of fire passed, and Brysen Beaumont was sent flying backward.
Barely stabilizing his posture.
"The last sword, no matter whether you live or die, I need to go home for dinner."
Julius Reed slowly lifted his sword.
This sword was simple and unadorned.
There was no aura whatsoever.
