The underground space where Fang Li and Sweet Mask had once faced off.
Fang Li had come here once again.
Only this time, Fang Li's opponent was not the self-important Sweet Mask, but Atomic Samurai.
Atomic Samurai had a blade of grass clenched between his teeth, seemingly savoring its bitterness to stay alert. His gaze remained fixed on Fang Li, one hand lightly resting on the sword at his waist, while a fearless smile played across his face.
"Come. Let me see whether you have what it takes to become my second rival."
As he said this, Atomic Samurai's stance seemed to shift slightly.
It was only a slight change, yet the feeling Atomic Samurai gave off became completely different.
The air of a wandering samurai he had carried before instantly erupted into an aura as sharp as a blade.
It felt as though even the air had gained an edge, striking against their bodies and making their skin prickle with pain.
Quite a few people were watching from the side.
Sylvia was one of them.
Iaian, Kyūbu Tachi, and Samurai Drill were there as well.
Seeing Atomic Samurai's aura change so abruptly, Sylvia was somewhat surprised.
"So this is a swordsmanship master?"
It seemed that Atomic Samurai's display had exceeded Sylvia's expectations to some extent.
Iaian, Kyūbu Tachi, and Samurai Drill, on the other hand, looked as though they were familiar with this sight down to their bones, their faces tense.
"This is unbelievable." Iaian did not hide his emotions as he stared ahead and said in a low voice, "Master is getting serious right from the start. He clearly intends to go all out, doesn't he?"
"Hey, hey, hey, can he really hold back like this?" Kyūbu Tachi also instinctively lowered his voice, as though afraid of disturbing