"What?" The elder never expected Fane was faster than him and could evade his attack.
By the time he regained his focus, Fane had kicked his abdomen.
Thoom!
A dull sound was heard as the elder was sent backward several meters away. He stepped on the ground with his full strength to stabilize himself.
Puff!
However, as he managed to stabilize himself, he felt a sweet taste that surged from his throat. He vomited a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.
"Impossible! What sort of power is this?" Dylan's eyes widened in surprise when he saw the elder vomited blood. His mouth hung open so widely that it seemed as though his chin could touch the ground.
"Goodness! Even the seven-star King of War is no match for him?!" The other masters from the Wagner family were baffled at the outcome. That elder was their endgame, and he was the reason Dylan dared to act so rampantly. After all, this elder owed them a favor, and he planned to utilize that in a critical moment.
Dylan never used that favor all the while, but he had to use it this time as many of his family bodyguards were slain.
He never thought things would turn out differently.
"Ahh!" The elder gritted his teeth and flipped his palm. A sword appeared and he swung it toward Fane.
"Are we seriously fighting?” Fane had noticed the ring on the elder’s hand since early on. He estimated that it held a sword a s these rings were small storage units. Not many people owned such rings, and not many people could use them.
Fane smiled coldly and flipped his wrist. His black sword appeared right after, and h e swung it toward the elder.
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