Before summoning the Battle Spirit, Yan Zhiruo had barely reached the Hermit-level, but after summoning the Battle Spirit, Yan Zhiruo's combat power could already match Wang Dadong.
"Do I have the strength to kill you now?" Yan Zhiruo struck successfully and sneered, seemingly not planning to resolve Wang Dadong so quickly.
Wang Dadong grinned, snorting, "Then let's see!"
Wang Dadong's speed was also incredibly fast, like a flash of lightning, his body appearing next to Yan Zhiruo in an instant, with the Fighting Sword slicing toward Yan Zhiruo's white neck.
Clang!
Yan Zhiruo's reaction speed was astonishing, managing to block this move.
Fighting Sword and katana clashed frequently, sparks flying.
