Holt and the Regent King's figures intertwined and overlapped, under the amplification of the Power of the Extreme Realm, their speed was beyond the capture of any ordinary eye, only fleeting phantoms could barely be seen, followed by deafening sonic booms carrying deadly shockwaves sweeping towards them.
Ripples layered upon each other, forming a storm vortex between the two, but just as this mighty wind was about to erupt, it mysteriously froze in place, as though time had stopped.
Infinite radiance flickered in Holt's eyes; he successfully slowed his surroundings and successfully froze that sinister figure before him.
"Prepare to die!"
Holt roared as he lunged forward, the Iron-Cutting Steel-Slicing Sword in his hand gleaming with deadly radiance. It was so dazzling that merely gazing at it felt like it could cut one's pupils.
"Bring it on!"
The Regent King laughed, unlike Holt filled with hatred, he enjoyed the duel as if playing with life.
