The sky, the earth, the bamboo forest.
No terrain could stop the fierce battle between them. They constantly changed the battlefield, and the battle could not stop at all.
Sometimes they rose, sometimes they bent, sometimes they twisted and overlapped.
Andrew's punch was quick, skillful, and fatal.
Newton's saber skill was unfathomable, each blow was enough to split the mountain and crack the stone.
The battle could no longer be simply described as wonderful.
Bodily movement skill, magic power, magic, reaction, tactic.
That was truly powerful in all aspects.
It was an eye-opener for every member of the Joe clan.
Newton was wielding the machete, and Andrew was fighting against each blow with his fists and feet.
Neither side was willing to give in. They were engaged in a fierce fight.
The sound resounded through the air.
The rumble of the power that destroyed everything, as well as the crisp sound of cutting anything.