"Impressive," he said, his eyes widening in disbelief. "To think that a middle-stage Golden Core boy could make me, a peak Golden Core cultivator, fly back with just a punch."
Argon remained silent, his fists still raised in a fighting stance. He knew that the man was not going to give up easily.
The black-robed man let out a low growl and charged toward him once again, his sword glinting in the dim light of the cave. Argon dodged the attacks with ease, his movements fluid and graceful. Isadora, on the other hand, stood back and observed the fight, her eyes narrowed in concentration.
'Damn, having even a small portion of the Ancestral Dragon's fighting style, is like having a cheat code,' Argon thought.
As the fight went on, the black-robed man's attacks became more and more aggressive, his sword swings becoming faster and more unpredictable. But Argon was able to keep up with his movements, dodging and countering with his fists.
