Two figures stood facing each other under the silvery moonlight. The ground around them was a wreck, as if a hurricane had torn through.
"Only those who protect the weak can be called strong. You are not one of them."
A tyrannical wave of Power surged forth once more. The man dodged it ungracefully, utterly shaken.
'This girl's level is lower than mine, but her explosive Strength is far too formidable. The force contained within her Power is the most terrifying I have ever encountered.'
If she could maintain this explosive output, they would likely both end up severely wounded.
"Your Excellency, we can't seem to settle this right now. How about we compete again during the Ancient Martial Arts Convention?"
The man was the first to retract his domain of Power, withdrawing from the combat zone.
The Power emanating from Aurora Sinclair gradually subsided. Her gaze was cold. "Where do you rank in the Western Continent?"
The man froze, apparently contemplating his own rank.
