Xiao Long held his breath, realizing he had greatly underestimated the intensity of the Continent Martial Arts Competition. Ending the legend of the Sword King was not as simple as it seemed; one couldn't challenge him without showing some real skill.
Formed from hundreds of twisted weapons, the spiked Special Large Sword held together by magnetic force crackled with electricity. Clement, wielding this exaggerated weapon, appeared as a muscular illusionary beast—an ancient creature, truly a demon among demons.
Xiao Long closed his eyes.
He had found it, the rift in all things.
On the other side.
At the temporary camp by the river oasis outside Drifting City.
The Black Sail crew preferred to call it a campfire chat, but in truth, it was just gambling.
