Ricky's combat power was visibly emitting from his body. It was evident how eager he was to fight.
"Jasper, you know, we are all warriors and we make friends through swapping our skills. I am willing to take up the gauntlet thrown down by Terrence," Ricky said as the Golden Enlightenment was gushing out of his body. "Besides, even if Terrence hasn't thrown down the gauntlet, I will take it in any case!"
"Ricky, this task is right up my alley! You have already earned half my respect. Now, I want to see your real combat power. Don't pull any punches and lame tricks. Go ahead, impress me." Terrence sounded utterly cold and brutal.
Terrence was always impersonal, reserved and clinical in approach. His face never gave away his fears or pleasures. As a living creature who practiced the sword skill, that was one of the greatest traits one could acquire. When the Endless Shadow was in its heyday, most of its assassins were very much alike, mastering the art of a dead face.
"You can be sure of it! I won't let you down," Ricky replied enthusiastically.
"Ricky, you look like a war maniac." Jasper was surprised with Ricky's booming confidence. "I can't wait any longer!"
With those final words, Jasper and Soar took ten steps back, giving way to an open fighting space for Ricky and Terrence.
"Terrence, remember, this is a swap of martial arts, not a battle of life and death. You two must pull your punches before causing each other any serious injury," Jasper reminded.
Jasper knew Terrence fairly well. Terrence never pulled his punches when he was fighting with a warrior, no matter who it was.
"There is no sense in fighting if we pull our punches. Besides, you two are our guardian angels here." Jasper did not have any words for Terrance's comeback.
"Okay!" Jasper shook his head and sighed. He prepared himself to swiftly slide in at any moment to stop them. Protecting them was his first and foremost agenda.
...
Boom! Boom!
Another moment later, Ricky and Terrence simultaneously exuded an aura of powerful authority and radiated confidence. They were so happy to finally fight that it was evident in their cheerfulness.
It seemed like Terrence's aura was much more powerful than that of Ricky. Moreover, with the sword-intent killing desire, Terrance's capabilities were even more enhanced.
"Let's end this match with just one more move! Let's launch our strongest strikes and see what happens!" Terrence spoke out loud and clear as his eyes were blazing. As he said this, he turned over his hands and a black sword suddenly appeared in his right hand.
The black sword looked as though it was enveloped in a shroud of strong sword intent. Ricky immediately realized what it was. When Terrence flicked his middle finger against the sword, it made a screeching metallic sound, making everyone's ears buzz.
The sword intents on the sword-shaped leaves all flew towards the black sword.
"This black sword is called the Black Treasure Sword, an inferior-stage spiritual weapon. I am incomplete without it. Now, please show us your weapon," Terrence said in an estranged voice as he flaunted the Black Treasure Sword across his chest.
"My two fists are my weapons!" Ricky smiled casually as he pumped his two golden fists up in the air.
"If so, let's begin!" Terrence said flatly.
Whoosh!
He leaped high up and started turning somersaults. The boundless force of sword intent and enlightening power filled the air around them, and transformed into a million rays of sword light.
A fierce storm blew up, carrying large amounts of dust and sand.
Terrence was still turning somersaults in mid-air. It looked as though the sky and earth had turned into a huge black sword and he was carrying all of it with him.
Terrence exuded an aura of powerful authority, his Ultimate Domain appearing before him.
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