The Soul Power shockwaves across Limali Plain grew increasingly intense. Even the main camp of the Heaven Dou Army several miles away could clearly sense the aftershocks from the clash between golden sword light and blue divine radiance. Ma Hongjun was the first to lose patience. His Flame Spirit quietly possessed him, and the fiery feathers behind him spread slightly. "These Spirit Power Fluctuations are so strong! Experts must be fighting! Let's go take a look!"
Flender, Yu Xiaogang, and Liu Erlong followed close behind. Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing raced side by side, while Oscar stuffed several Recovery Sausages into Ning Rongrong's hands. The group hurried toward the source of the erupting Soul Power. As soon as they neared the high slope, Dai Mubai spotted that familiar blue figure and could not help shouting, "Little San! You're finally back!"
But Liu Erlong frowned, her gaze fixed on the intertwining figures in the field. "Something's wrong. Why is he fighting Sword Douluo?"
Ning Rongrong grew anxious as well. The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in her hand instinctively, her voice full of concern. "Why is Sword Grandpa fighting Third Brother? Could there be some misunderstanding?"
"Don't panic." Flender raised a hand and pressed it onto her shoulder, his sharp gaze studying the two men's moves. "Look at their actions. Though Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword is fierce, he isn't striking to kill. Tang San's Sea God Trident is only defending and probing as well, without any killing intent—they're probably sparring to test each other's strength."
Ma Hongjun scratched his head, looking utterly amazed. "But even for a spar, this is ridiculous! Back then, it took all of us working together just to barely last a few moves against Senior Sword. Five years have passed, and I'd say I've improved