Akil sneered. "If that's the case, then what's the point of all this talk? That damn Wendong Society boss may have quite the reputation, and he looks like he has some skill, but when it comes to work that risks your life, it's not all decided by who has the bigger name or greater strength!"
As he spoke, Akil raised the weapon in his hands horizontally. It gleamed with a faint golden light—a massive two-meter greatsword. It was considered the finest sword on the first floor, mixed with a large amount of magical metal and forged from high-grade steel. All kinds of enchantments could be applied to it without obstruction.
With a lift of his hand, Akil cast three powerful weapon enchantments onto the blade: Gravity Oppression, Weapon of War, and Eye of the Storm. Wendong's eyes lit up. "Not bad, not bad. Enchantment-type magic, huh? I didn't expect the people here to have some real skill. You were the one who beat up my boys just now, weren't you? Let me see what you can do."
As he spoke, waves of pressure echoed continuously through the hall. Several nobles with weaker constitutions immediately went pale, looking as though they might collapse at any moment.
Akil shouted coldly, "If you want to fight, then fight. Why show off by bullying bystanders?"
With that, Akil swung his greatsword sideways and slashed down at Wendong. Wendong gave a look, and one of his men behind him drew a longsword of his own and blocked Akil's blade.
The man was a powerfully built fellow with a shaved head and a vicious face, as if he would beat anyone he disliked to death. He glared at Akil, let out a furious roar, and charged. The longswords wielded by the two men were of the