Yet in the opponent's hand, a black and red longsword was already firmly grasped.
His pupils shrank, Magic Item!
It wasn't that he was shocked the opponent possessed a magic item, but that the opponent had taken out the magic item without any hesitation, indicating a deadly resolve.
At this moment, he quickly reigned in all his anger and put himself into battle mode.
He, too, took out a magic flying sword, strikingly blue and crystal-clear, glimmering like ice.
"Then let's fight!"
Without the slightest hesitation, he mobilized the spirit qi within his body and poured it continuously into the flying sword.
Since a challenge of one move was agreed upon.
There was no room for probing, for back and forth exchanges, for wit and cunning.
It was a test of pure strength!
Across from him, the man held the longsword and didn't seem to mobilize any spirit power, but danced strangely with it instead.
