On the pitch-black road at night.
Shay Bread stepped over corpses and unconscious martial artists, clutching a long saber, walking step by step toward Julius Reed.
Gabriel Young and the Young Family Grandmaster, weakened and powerless from the electric surge, could only watch the duel unfold, utterly incapable of helping.
Whoosh!
When the two were less than ten meters apart, Shay Bread ripped off the cloak draped behind him, a burning intensity flashing in his eyes.
"The blade in Shay Bread's hands ranks among the top three under the heavens! But this blade is the most ordinary saber you'll ever see."
"Everything lies in the one who wields it, unmatched beneath the heavens! To die beneath my blade today, you won't have been wronged."
Having spoken, he stepped forward and swung his saber downward!
But it was a miss!
Swish!
Shay Bread reversed his grip and slashed again!
