"Division 13's trump card!" Ugar's face was solemn, and he no longer cared about Han Xiao. He was locked onto the middle-aged man. Both were powerful martial artists, and as their eyes met, it was as though a bomb just exploded.
Both of them were fuming, and their fists collided like two streaks of transverse lightning striking the sky. The scene seemed to freeze while the sky roared. Ripples could be seen on the surface of the river.
"What a chill!"
Martial artists specialized on controlling their own spirit, and it specialized on training body energy.
Division 13 had played their trump card. Lin Yu had no choice but to send out Ugar, who was at the same rank, to fight back. Exasperated, he ordered, "Renette, go get rid of that Black Phantom."
"Easy," Renette uttered.
