You Want to Fight Too?

This Holy Sword of Light was an epic-grade weapon. It had followed him for decades, had slain countless members of the Demon Race, and had never suffered the slightest damage. Today, merely blocking this man's punch had cracked its blade.

Situ Xuan's body flipped twice through the air before he landed steadily on the city wall. There was a shallow white mark on his fist, the trace left by the edge of the Holy Sword of Light cutting across it. He looked at his fist, then at the sword in Qiu Yonghao's hand, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.

"Not bad, not bad!"

His eyes shone with astonishing brightness. That Exo-Energy burned inside him, making his will to fight rise higher and higher.

"A warrior who knows how to use his brain deserves a fight!"

The instant his words fell, his figure vanished again.

Violent Foot.

His speed was so fast that the people on the city wall could not see his trajectory at all. His figure pulled out afterimage after afterimage in the air, those afterimages weaving together as if countless Situ Xuans had appeared in different positions on the wall at the same time.

Some afterimages were on the left, some on the right, some in the sky, and some on the ground, making it impossible to tell which was real and which was false.

Qiu Yonghao's pupils moved rapidly, his gaze sweeping back and forth among those afterimages as he tried to find Situ Xuan's true body. But his speed was too fast, so fast that his eyes simply could not keep up.

He closed his eyes.

Since his eyes could not keep up, then he would not use his eyes.

His perception spread out from his body like an invisible net, enveloping