Kim Long didn't retreat; instead, he took a step forward, facing the storm of energy swirling around Kun Yong. The weight of that aura was suffocating, pressing down on him. But his resolve, forged through countless battles and hardships, remained steadfast.
"Luck? I don't need luck to take on someone like you!" he declared firmly, raising his hand to summon his spiritual power. A fierce blue aura enveloped him, vibrant and icy, clashing violently against the oppressive darkness surrounding Kun Yong.
On his shoulder, the small fairy representing the celestial system—visible only to him—trembled with worry. She flew around him frantically, desperately trying to talk him into retreat.
[You have no chance against him! Run while you still can!] she screamed, her voice almost hysterical in his mind.