"Boom!"
Amid an earth-shaking roar, the golden and white lights broke apart, both retreating.
Zeng Mu's feet felt unusually heavy, the weight of his entire body concentrated in them. Every stamp left a distinct inch-deep pit in the earth. He could swear the sensation was terrifying, as though the slightest lapse in strength would leave his feet unable to support him, throwing him off balance and sending him tumbling through a spinning world.
Fortunately, after nearly a hundred backward steps, his feet finally steadied and stopped retreating.
In the distant white light, Qin Zihui had planted his feet two seconds earlier. Even so, Yetos had seen it clearly: he had retreated nearly fifty steps. That result was beyond his expectations.
Qin Zihui was equally taken aback. Unlike the surprise on Yetos's face, his expression showed shock, even wariness. Staring at this nobody, he barked, "Boy, just who are you?!"
He was a Willful Realm Elementalist, a full realm above the Manifestation Realm, and he had reached that realm several years ago.
After years on the battlefield, what sort of opponent had he not faced? There had been Elementalists as strong as himself and troublesome foes slightly stronger. His most perilous encounter had nearly cost him his life, but heaven had favored him, leaving him with neither lasting injuries nor lingering ailments. All these years, Qin Zihui had danced on a knife's edge, encountered countless people, and bedded countless women.
Yet he had never seen a Manifestation Realm Elementalist clash head-on with a Willful Realm Elementalist. His own strength had been firmly established for years, while his opponent was merely a greenhorn who had become an Elementalist less than a month ago, with not even a badge of rank or status to be seen on him.
He had thought a single