White Feather Gang stronghold.
Inside the cave, nearly a hundred fully armed captains from the city garrison surrounded the combat arena. As they watched the two people fighting atop the stage, they were filled with both amazement and admiration.
The White Feather Gang members standing guard around the perimeter were even more dumbstruck as they watched the exchange. Their eyes could not keep up with the movements of the two on the stage at all; they could not even catch their silhouettes.
It was not until the spear and saber on the stage collided, shattering the sturdy arena inch by inch beneath their feet, that the two finally stopped.
"Galon, I didn't expect your strength and speed to improve so much after not seeing you for a while." After stepping down from the arena, the Crystal Race man, nearly three meters tall and carrying a saber as long as his body, with an emerald gemstone embedded in his forehead, glanced at Galon and sighed. "The Three-Eyed Race truly deserves to be called a powerful race. You have so many resources that you can exchange them however you please."
"It's all right. My base strength has only reached 5,500 kilograms so far." Galon looked at the Crystal Race man and spoke calmly. "But you're the surprising one. You actually perfected River Break, the second level of the high-level Martial Skill Mountain River Split. If I hadn't broken through recently and perfected the second level of Dragon Kill as well, I really wouldn't have been able to block your River Break."
"I thought perfecting River Break during this time would let me leave all of you behind. Who would have thought that after fighting today, both of you had also perfected the second level? Being in the same class as you two