Chương 1229: Nothing’s Different

The materialized black flame that formed the black greatsword vanished into thin air, 'King James VIII's sharp punch missed and hit the air instead.

Sou!

The formless airstreams pierced through the lingering flames and left a deep cutting mark on the opposite wall.

Just after the formless airstream went through the flames, the scattered flames reformed the black greatsword and was swung down precisely at the king's head again.

Looking at the reformed greatsword, the king laughed.

His laugh had a sense of contempt in it.

Men always have two hands.

'King James VIII raised his left hand and dished out another punch at the swinging greatsword aimed at his head.

But!

His left upper punch missed again, the black greatsword switched to the black flame and scattered away again.

This time, not only the greatsword vanished, even Pride rapidly retreated.

"Run? You underestimated me and overestimated yourself."