At the battle area, already scarred by destruction, Sect Master Kang and Aldrian stood facing each other from a distance of 500 meters. Their auras blared around them, the space between trembling under the pressure. The air felt hot, and the atmosphere was suffocating—yet both figures wore excited expressions as they smiled.
Though their bodies were already wounded and bruised, they did not seem to care.
"How about we use one technique to decide the winner?" Sect Master Kang said with a smile. "I know you're still holding back. If we continue like this, we might end up fighting for days or even weeks."
Aldrian smiled at him.
"The same goes for you, Sect Master. But I'll follow your suggestion. One technique, then."
Their auras thickened, but it was clear to everyone that Aldrian's was more dominant. It could not be helped—his aura was shaped by a body that contained golden energy, and such energy had its own properties. One of them was demanding submission.
