"Arrogant brat!"
Grandmaster Victor Zhou listened to Evan Lin’s words, his face twisted with surging fury.
"I’ve been running things in Hong Kong for decades, and I’ve never seen a kid as wild as you."
"I was going to give you a chance to wise up, but since you’re so stubborn, go ahead and die!"
"Let’s see how your qi-condensed sword stacks up against my spell-arts sword!"
As he spoke, he pressed downward with immense force.
Above the phantom, the sword pointed straight down.
The spell-arts sword descended, its blade impossibly sharp, golden light flashing—almost as if it could rival the sun.
That sword came crashing down.
Above Evan Lin’s head, the massive qi-condensed sword rose into the air.
Qi surged like a tidal wave, wild winds whipping all around.
The two swords met in midair.
"The spell-arts sword holds the great Dao and vast energies of heaven and earth! How could a punk like you ever stand against it?"
Victor Zhou’s robes billowed as he hovered in midair, pressing his sword downward. The phantom behind him gripped the spell-arts sword, which suddenly expanded as his words fell.
The blade grew longer and longer, its golden glow intensifying.
As the spell-arts sword collided with the qi-condensed sword—
The spell-arts sword above pressed down with unstoppable force, crushing everything beneath it.
Meanwhile, Evan’s qi-condensed sword, which had been surging with unstoppable momentum, started falling back step by step.
Under the golden light, the qi was steadily dissolving.
Like fire meeting water.