"Whoosh!"
The Dark Light Sword shot out from Li Yun's space ring, its silver blade humming as if it were alive.
A surge of majestic internal energy swept forth, and red sword light flared across the blade, dazzling and sharp.
"Buzz!"
The sword vibrated furiously, shaking the very air around it. A low hum rippled out, as though the weapon itself was eager for battle.
"Crimson Sun Flame Sword Art!"
Li Yun didn't waste time with words. He wanted this fight over quickly. The Mist Spirit Pool awaited him, and beyond it, the sweet rewards of EXP and fist art.
Kun Long might be formidable, but underestimating him would be foolish. So Li Yun struck with his sword art right from the start.
"Hmm?" Kun Long's eyes narrowed in surprise. He hadn't expected Li Yun to attack so decisively, nor with such ferocity. The disdain on his face faded, replaced by grim seriousness.
