Kay's cold and deep blue eyes were full of sinister intent.
The heavy Red Flame Saber was firmly held between seemingly thin palms.
And the sparks were a glow created by friction between the blade and the opponent's gloves.
When the voice said "interesting," a ripple flashed in Kay's pupils.
In his memory, this voice… seemed somewhat familiar.
A vigorous tug!
Sparks blossomed, the Red Flame Saber brought forth a wave of scorching wind, barely touching the ground.
The coldness of the night around began to seep into his body.
The Red Flame Saber was no longer as fiery and dazzling as it had been outside, nor did flames rise from it.
Thin frost began to form at the hilt, yet Kay's figure remained motionless.
For at this moment, he knew he was facing the strongest enemy he'd encountered within the ruins.
Thirty meters behind him, Ying Lin was still asleep, but the hulking figure of Zheng suddenly opened his eyes.
