"So, you don't dare?"
Seeing Ling Chen's expression, Duanmu Ci assumed his opponent was unprepared. He secretly sighed in relief; perhaps he could actually win.
"You make the first move!"
His surprised expression vanished as Ling Chen said calmly.
"Alright!"
Duanmu Ci took a deep breath, a flicker of irritation in his heart. He was, after all, a genius of the younger generation. Yet, Ling Chen's gaze clearly showed no regard for him. It doesn't matter, he thought. Once I win, we'll see if he still has any right to be so arrogant.
BAM!
The lake water erupted as Duanmu Ci shot towards Ling Chen. Midway, gripping his Twin Swords, he swung them in two half-circles, one to the left and one to the right, unleashing powerful attacks.
"Twin Jiaolong Rising!"
Duanmu Ci immediately used a killing move. His Twin Swords erupted with a seemingly tangible light, from which two massive, ferocious figures charged out—a pair of Jiaolong, intertwined and spiraling forward.
HISSS!
ROAR!
