"You..."
Vitinya's face turned red, and his whole body was surging with energy and blood.
He gritted his teeth, continuously letting out beast-like growls of anger, his grip on the sword hilt turning white, with his nails deeply digging into his palm...
But he just couldn't bring the sword down.
At this moment, Chen Zaikun, who appeared honest and simple, seemed to transform into a towering mountain, blocking Vitinya's path. No matter how he struggled, there was absolutely no way to take another step forward.
Even...
Chen Zaikun gently raised his hand.
And Vitinya, along with that massive shadow, was forcefully lifted a few inches again.
Just with this strike, it was clear...
The disparity in strength between the two was evidently on a completely different level.
"How could this be... How is this possible?"
Vitinya's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
