"A mere Great Martial Master dares to fight with me, die!"
The middle-aged Martial Lord sneered coldly.
In his view, Marshall Morgan was simply overestimating himself, an act courting death.
Swish!
The middle-aged Martial Lord's Battle Sword swung towards Marshall Morgan's head, intending to behead him with one strike.
Buzz! Whoosh!
Marshall Morgan's long spear trembled, then thrust out, a brilliant spear aura piercing forward.
The spear aura intersected with the middle-aged Martial Lord's Battle Sword, his expression changing drastically in an instant.
Boom!
Sharp, immense power surged towards the middle-aged Martial Lord, shaking his body violently. He staggered back, sliding dozens of meters in the forest, leaving a deep trench in the ground.
"How can a Great Martial Master possess such strength?"
The middle-aged Martial Lord roared internally.
"Is this your strength? It's not much, kill!"
Marshall Morgan raised his spear, continuing the assault.
