"Sure enough, it was you, Durandal."
Durandal was not surprised that she had been recognized. What surprised her was that she had not been recognized earlier. Zhao Bai stopped his motorcycle, leaped down with his blade in hand, and the motorcycle did not crash. Instead, it carried Yue Xia as it hovered high in the air.
"I'll deal with you within two hours."
He held the ice blade horizontally, and a massive crack appeared across the sea. In an instant, the seawater froze into solid ice. He stood there as snowflakes mingled with the cold wind, like a preview of a battle that would take place years later.
"Why does he have that sword?"
"Durandal, you'd better put away that surprise. Your target has changed. Test Zhao Bai with this armor at maximum output. Mind your strength—don't burst the Moonlit Armor."
"I'll try."
Durandal chose her words very carefully, because she did not know whether she might burst the armor herself.
Zhao Bai drew his greatsword.
Burning Heavenly Fire, scorching white light—the air warped around it. White radiance shone from Zhao Bai's hands as Heavenly Fire Judgment revealed itself openly to this world. Durandal frowned slightly.
Hadn't Heavenly Fire Judgment vanished after being taken away by the traitor Siegfried?
Why had it appeared here again?
The sea was filled with solid ice. Ice Lotus Sky was embedded diagonally in the frozen surface, continuously giving off waves of cold. Heavenly Fire melted the ice, while Ice Lotus Sky froze it again. Some ice that could not be frozen in time turned into drifting vapor, accentuating his majesty.
Ice and fire truly made a fine pair.
Durandal frowned slightly. She felt that today might turn into a hard battle. Worse still, Bishop Otto's incessant chatter filled her ears. It was truly a