"So fast!"
Although Shi Feng had not been confused by Ghost Step, even he could only see a string of afterimages from Xing Huo's speed. In the blink of an eye, Xing Huo had appeared at his side.
Moreover, with the double burst, his strength had absolutely reached the level of a Grand Lord—and not an ordinary Grand Lord at that.
As the purple gleam descended, the Abyssal Walker in Shi Feng's hand had already moved to meet it.
Although Shi Feng might not have matched Xing Huo in attack speed, his Tier 2 physique gave him Divine Speed-like reflexes. The instant Xing Huo drew his sword, Shi Feng had already swung first.
Parry!
The Storm Warblade slammed into the Abyssal Walker's blade. With a boom, it seemed as if the entire arena had exploded, sending dust flying everywhere as the sound of the clash echoed throughout the venue.
Immediately afterward, a figure shot out from the gray dust cloud, flying more than ten yards before crashing heavily to the ground. That figure was Shi Feng.
At this moment, even the Abyssal Walker in Shi Feng's hand was letting out a low tremble. The sheer power behind that blow was evident.
"So he really has the strength of a same-level, strength-type Grand Lord." Shi Feng felt his hands go numb. "No wonder he was confident enough to challenge me."
The spectators were also dumbfounded by this scene.
"Is he a monster?"
"What kind of power is that? He actually sent an opponent who had been evenly matched with him flying with a single strike!"
Moreover, because of Xing Huo's swing, even the air across the arena seemed to have been cleaved in two. From a distance, it looked like a mirror split down the middle.
"No way, he can use