Everyone at the place, including the people from Celestial Circle Gate, Red Obsidian Gate, and other Martial Artists around, felt the ringing in their ears. They were suddenly paralyzed and lost all their strength.
Waves rose in the pond, and several red goldfish jumped out of the water.
BOOM!
The two in the courtyard separated.
One man was blown away toward the wall at a high speed, but he quickly shifted his position mid-air, landing on his feet against the wall to reduce the impact. He reached the top of the wall and stood on it firmly.
It was Andrela, a sword held in his right hand, which was trembling. Blood was dripping down its sleeve, and it fell to the ground quietly.
"They don’t call you the strongest Martial Artist of the Southern Twelve Gate for nothing." Andrela’s voice was low, and he sounded excited.
