Unable to Resist

He was not an indecisive person!

If the current situation was unsuitable for continuing the battle, he would not linger in the fight.

Jiang Fan's feet flashed.

His figure abruptly retreated.

As he fell back, he shifted his body and flew straight into the sky in the opposite direction without even looking back.

"Hmph!"

"Trying to run?"

"Do you think you can get away?"

Roger glanced at the direction Jiang Fan had fled and let out a cold laugh.

Then he reached out and pulled.

"Whoosh!"

Jiang Fan, who was moving forward, suddenly felt an invisible, violent force bind him.

Then his body froze, and he suddenly began flying backward.

Jiang Fan was horrified and immediately tried to break free.

However, after trying, he found that he could not break through it in a short time.

The wind roared past his ears. Jiang Fan gritted his teeth, suddenly turned around, and faced Roger head-on.

At the same time, energy frantically gathered in his hands, transforming into a giant sword in an instant.

"Fuck you!"

Taking advantage of the momentum, Jiang Fan gripped the hilt with both hands and brought the sword down.

"Crack, crack!"

Space shattered layer by layer beneath the sword's edge, exposing expanses of pitch-black void.

The sky-filling currents of air followed the sword and bore down on Roger.

Faced with such an attack, Roger's expression remained as still as an ancient well.

"Interesting!"

"But it's still not enough!"

His right hand continued pulling without changing its motion, while his left hand lightly struck out with a palm.

This seemingly soft palm force was not the slightest bit weaker when it met the giant sword.

"Boom!"

The two attacks remained locked in a stalemate in midair for a moment.

Roger changed his palm into a knock and gently