"This man is truly dangerous..."
Every attack and movement was unpredictable. On top of that, his strikes were powerful and devastating.
Even a moment of hesitation could lead to injury or even death.
In his entire life, he had only ever been defeated by one person: the Fated One.
But now, he had to admit—the black-cloaked man standing before him was worthy of being called the strongest after the Fated One.
Thalon took a deep breath. His cold gaze pierced through the mask of the man before him as he said sharply, "Don't get too excited. I haven't even started yet."
*Boom!*
A tremendous aura erupted from Thalon's body as he took a fighting stance, light green energy surging menacingly from his hands.
Yet, the expression behind the mask remained unchanged.
A mocking smile curved the man's lips. He swung his sword forward and said, "Then let's begin."
*Whoosh!*