Chen Chuan raised his hand and unbuttoned his overcoat, one by one. The garment, empowered by a Secret Ceremony, had just boosted his Power, but it had other effects as well. The mental ones, however, clearly had little impact on Jian Chengsheng.
'If it's useless, I don't need it.' After unbuttoning it completely, he tossed the overcoat aside, letting a gust of wind carry it away.
Seeing that Jian Chengsheng was still unwilling to make the first move, Chen Chuan didn't stand on ceremony. He ignored the renewed sounds of gunfire and combat behind him. Placing the hilt of his blade at his waist, he lowered his stance, shifted his weight forward, and pushed off the ground, lunging ahead.
As he leaped, the white mist rising from his body left a wake of air, an intimidating and powerful sight.
Jian Chengsheng's expression remained grave. He did not underestimate his opponent just because his own Power had increased. In fact, the pressure emanating from Chen Chuan was still there.
