Olivier immediately flew backwards to the viewing platform, staring at Linley with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
But then, Olivier began to laugh loudly. “Great, great, great! The speed of your sword attacks actually can match my ‘Phantom Dream Sword’ technique.”
“You aren’t bad either. You were actually able to block my ‘Rippling Wind’ technique.” Linley’s cold voice rang out.
Profound Truths of the Wind – Rippling Wind.
Lightshadow Sword – Phantom Dream Sword.
The strength of these two techniques were equal.
After praising their opponents, the two geniuses fell silent, carefully watching the other. Clearly, this exchange had resulted in both men viewing the other as equals.
The tension in the Colosseum was so thick, it could be sliced with a knife. The terrifying, repressive aura caused the 80,000 viewers to feel as though they didn’t even dare to breathe.
