A match or a massacre

A flow of terrifying power swept towards elder Fa like surging tides. This flow of frightening power came out of nowhere. Elder Fa only noticed it when it had already arrived four meters in front of Elder Fa.

This horrendous power flowed out from Elder Gen, spreading out everywhere.

This power engulfed everywhere regardless of whether it was on the sky or below the ground. Despite which way Elder Fa took,he would touch this flow of power.

This flow of terrifying power did not flow towards Elder Fa with a slower speed. Perhaps it was because the overcast power was too wide, making it so extremely slowly when in action.

A flow of colorful ribbon flew out of Elder Gen's sleeve.

Tha ribbon was like a snake, wiggling in mid-air and dragging out streaks of blinding green light.

The green lights weaved into a net and also formed another layer of barrier constraint. While that ribbon was flying around, the power inside that barrier seemed to get more complicated and vigorous as if it was made with several different force.

_" Boom!"_

Elder Fa's lightning suddenly slashed onto the light net.

The green lights were like strong silk threads, some of the green lights shattered from the strike. However, more green lights from that light net seems gathered towards the point at which Elder Fa had slashed down and quickly repaired the damaged area.

"Elder Fa,if you want to break my green net in a short time, it probably won't be easy." Elder Gen calmly waved his hand. More green ribbons flew and weaved into more green lights. "Elder Fa, why don't you try a few times more, you would surely be able to break my green net."

"Master!" Lucian roared angrier,"can you get out?" Lucian could sense that Elder Fa was temporary trapped. Thus,he hurriedly intervened in an attempt to shatter the terrifying energies around Elder Fa, helping him break out of the trap.

Lucian wanted to save Elder Fa, but the situation at the moment was not so good. Beno is still lingering around and Tutil still won't give him up.

Standing in front of Lucian was Tutil who was as smug as ever.

"This one-on-one battle is interesting. Too bad that didn't apply to your master." It was battle but Tutil was in the mood for some fun.

"Lame!" Lucian bloody face revealed a smile batting the next attack away without flinching.

"Impossible!." Tutil yelled.

"Then try again. You can fire all the attacks at me you want and it won't do a thing." Lucian taunted.

Tutil hated how arrogant Lucian was and decided that this was his chance to put him in his place. "Then, how about you try this." Tutil said trying to remain calm as he focused himself allowing his aura to build around him.

If he wasn't going to dodge, Tutil knew exactly what to he was going to do next.

But Lucian's plan was perfectly going as planned.

' Anger always bring out a flaw '

Tutil replaced his sword with a silver coated knife, a smirk appear at the corner of his mouth.

' You know the old man rule when he started training me.' ' The person who uses their Trump card first typically loses." Lucian smiled coldly. Tutil was indeed a full with a flawed heart using tricked by a mere vischaunt.

"What's he doing" Tutil was confused.

Tutil is actually quite skilled in combat despite his brash attitude. The attack he's about to use is one of his most powerful but he rarely gets to use it due to how long it takes to charge with the knife.

Lucian on the other hand, people consider him strong but no one knows how strong, since he vanished a year before.

"I'm surprised you're so calm, Lucian?." Tutil couldn't help but questioned.

Tutil lifted his knife into the air and above, the flame was slowly swirling ball of fire.

"Try this on boy. Then you'll learn not to mess with the Gen's business." Tutil said cockily.

"Fool!

You are already weakened, using a powerful attack will weaken you more, even if you are a master, you'll still die!"

Lucian smirked as the attack formed at last. It was close to ten feet in diameter and fluctuating with a little mind power.

"Grand Inferno!"

Tutil roared before throwing the attack at the unmoving Lucian.

Confusion appeared on Tutil's face ' he isn't dodging. Why the heck isn't he dodging . Who is...' Tutil's shocked face watch as the slow-moving attack flew towards Lucian who simply smiled.

"If this is what you got, this won't be much of a match. Perhaps we could call it ' a massacre'."

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