The Fox Borrowing the Tiger's Might

If someone looked down from the sky, they would have seen that throughout the vast Military Department compound, aside from the buildings and the two men facing each other, not a single person remained standing. The silence was eerie.

Through a hole carved through the buildings, Chen Xu and the saber-wielding man locked gazes, as though sparks were bursting in the air between them.

"A strong opponent." Chen Xu spoke calmly and stepped over the ground littered with mangled corpses and blood.

The thick stench of blood was nauseating. Anyone else who saw this landscape of scattered flesh would probably have vomited up even the meal from the night before.

"Sure enough, His Majesty was right to send me here as the final safeguard." Ning Chang's face remained expressionless, but inwardly, he had raised his guard to the utmost.

Any enemy below that level would surely have died from that slash just now. Yet Chen Xu appeared completely unscathed, so his strength was not to be underestimated.

Hmph. Chen Xu thought as the Netherworld Wisdom King slowly emerged, standing against the crimson war saber.

The world within dozens of meters suddenly darkened. Gale-force winds howled, carving streaks of blood across the corpses.

His body abruptly expanded back to its uncompressed size. Cracks spread beneath his feet as Chen Xu stomped down hard.

With a puff, Ning Chang spat out the blade of grass in his mouth. Compared to the Armed Envoys who had died earlier, he controlled the silver streaks of light several times faster.

A dim golden glow flowed beneath Chen Xu's brawny body. He raised his palm, stirring up boundless currents of air before slamming it down.

The crimson war saber met the sharp blade as Ning Chang raised his weapon in an upward slash.

Boom!!!

The airflow