Scarlet ghostly aura rippled with biting ferocity.
Long Yi shifted his feet, cold flashes stabbing out from his hand in rapid succession. The three-inch edge had already begun to embody the spirit of Tiger Pierce.
"Hah!"
With a fierce shout, the youth's sword momentum surged forward without hesitation.
Yatogami Soshu had no way out and could only grit his teeth and continue the battle.
A gleam flashed through his narrow eyes. Seizing the moment, Yatogami Soshu raised Purple Pill and blocked forward, catching Long Yi's blade with precision.
"Clang!"
A tremendous crash rang out, sparks scattering in every direction.
A rice-grain-sized chip appeared on Purple Pill's blade.
Feeling the impact through the web of his hand, the long-haired old man's gaze narrowed. That strike had carried even more force than he had expected.
"Good, good, good."
On the raised platform, the bald old man clasped his hands and smiled, his face full of gratification. It was not often that he got to see his old friend suffer like this.
"It may look similar, but it is still far from enough!"
Yatogami Soshu still refused to bow his head and could only force himself to say it to Long Yi.
"Then take another look at this move—Ghost Seal Orb!"
Azure light flowed through Long Yi's cloudy white eyes. He grinned, and the aura around him abruptly changed.
The fluctuations within his body flowed into the sword. For a moment, metal hummed and rang.
Night Hunt trembled lightly as a wave of sword energy silently began to form.
"Hmph!"
Yatogami Soshu snorted coldly. With his strength, how could he fail to see his opponent's intentions? Before Long Yi could make his move, he suddenly increased the force in his hand.
Gripping the hilt tightly, he poured immense strength into Purple Pill. Its