The wind whispered gently across the lawn, as if sharing secrets.
After a long while, both men stopped panting as their strength gradually returned. Mitsuhide Kamishiro finally made a move, his eyes flashing with a ruthless killing intent.
"I never expected you to push me this far. It seems I must play my trump card!"
Mitsuhide Kamishiro's expression was one of deep dissatisfaction. His trump card, always reserved for a Martial Arts Overlord, had been forced out by a Great Grandmaster. It was a true shame, and he was naturally displeased.
At that moment, the lightning coursing through his body seemed to intensify, growing denser with each passing second. He held the katana in both hands as an electric current surged into the blade. In an instant, the sword seemed to transform into a treasure forged of pure lightning, emitting a brilliance so splendid that it seemed to overshadow the sun.
"Yang Qingshan, let's settle life and death with a single move!"
