Chương 592: 320 Your Turn to Sing, My Turn to Act (6100)_1

Two arrogant beings, upon disagreement, have no alternative but to battle.

The man in the leather jacket suddenly lunges forward, instantly accelerating his speed far beyond the norm. He quickly extends his right hand, retracting his sharp nails into his palm, instantly tearing open a wound. A rich, blood-red energy suddenly emerges.

It lengthens inch by inch, taking shape inch by inch. It eventually forms into a longsword with only a blade, measuring about half a meter long.

He keeps his eyes locked on the curly-haired man, with a vicious glare. He swings his red sword, turning it into a red line aiming towards his opponent's body.

Whoosh...

A gust of wind blows across, stirring the fallen leaves and sand on the ground.