Although their conversation just now had not carried much hostility, with each step they took, both their momentum and Spiritual Power gradually rose. Each time Shade stepped on the ground, he felt himself drawing strength from the earth, and the process of moving forward was actually gathering that strength. As for the man walking toward him, his frail body gradually swelled with every step until his loose trench coat was nearly stretched apart.
When another dark cloud drifting in from nowhere completely covered the moon in the night sky, the two men, now standing before each other, threw their punches at the same time.
In that instant, Shade seemed to hear a Dragon Roar within the sound of the air splitting. The man before him, covered in dragon scales, seemed to have turned into a Black Dragon. Yet in the other man's spiritual perception, he was not trading punches with a human at all; he was clearly punching toward a mountain whose peak could not be seen.
"Black Dragon Force!"
"Red Dragon Force!"
With their spiritual senses intertwined, neither dared hold back. Whether by coincidence or inevitability, the spells they used in the end were astonishingly similar. When their fists collided at close range, the stone slabs beneath their feet instantly cracked in dense spiderweb patterns. Then the right arm of the man punching Shade exploded into a spray of flesh, and he was sent flying backward:
"Red Dragon! So it was you!"
Shade vaguely heard him say those words, but before he could pursue, the man, who seemed to have only his last breath left, rolled several times after landing. Clutching his severed arm, he flipped over and jumped straight into the Tatton River.
"What? What is me?"
By the time Shade leaned over the railing and looked down,