Two minutes earlier,
"Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu!"
Mantle and Luke stood in front of each other with bloody bodies and started breathing heavily. Their eyes were showing tiredness. But both of them had a strong sense to stay awake.
"Mantle, even though you increased your strength, you still can't defeat me." Luke held his sword and spoke with pride in his eyes.
"Who said I was going to defeat you? I just wanted to kill you." Luke took out his tongue and wiped the blood off his lips. He made a creepy smile and spoke with killing intent bursting out of his eyes.
"Give up, Mantle! You can't kill me. With your current strength, I can easily counter any of your attacks." Luke shook his head and spoke.
"Oh! Then, how about this?" Suddenly, he clenched his right fist and placed it on his left palm. At the same time, the dark purple flame erupted out of his body, surrounding him and Luke.