บท 585: One eighth of battle power!

Little Lord Fokke no longer bothered with superfluous words to a nemesis who laboriously plotted against him. Further conversations were now pointless. His eyes burned like will o'wisps. A desolated chilliness instantly jolted up Sheyan’s frost coated saber shaft, and bore right into his heart.

Since all of Sheyan’s cards were already revealed, he no longer tarried and pulled out his ‘+7 West’ saber, before slashing it towards Little Lord Fokke.

Little Lord Fokke instantly swept his sword out, causing both blades to clash in mid air as sparks, frost and blue glitters scattered out.

Grunting simultaneously, both parties exerted their strength as they pressured against each other!

Black gaseous strands continued churning and congealing into essences around Little Lord Fokke. Their faces were separated by merely 20 centimetres with two crisscrossed acute blades. Their eyes both threatened to rip open their rival’s chest and carve each other’s heart out!