"Co on then," Max said with a faint smile as he slowly drew his sword from its sheath, allowing the cold tallic blade to catch the surrounding light while strands of seven-colored lightning began crackling around his body like restless currents of divine destruction.
Violent energy surged silently through the platform, but Max's expression remained calm as he raised his sword and pointed its tip straight toward Ray without the slightest hesitation.
"Show what you've got."
Ray's lips curled into a cold sneer after hearing those words, and his gaze beca filled with unconcealed contempt.
"As you wish."
The next mont, a long crimson spear appeared in his hand.
The spear was dark red, almost like flowing blood that had been forged into solid tal, while sharp scarlet runes spread across its surface like burning veins. The instant the weapon appeared, an oppressive aura swept outward from it, making the surrounding air grow heavier.
Several nearby participants imdiately frowned after sensing the pressure coming from the spear.
Ray slowly circled Max while dragging the spear tip across the stone platform beneath his feet.
A piercing screech echoed through the battlefield as the sharp spearhead tore through the stone floor with frightening ease, leaving long cracks behind while sparks scattered into the air.
A mocking smile appeared on Ray's face as he continued moving around Max like a predator calmly studying prey that had already fallen into its trap.
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