The Sword Domain Descends
"Damn it, why is this kid's method so special?" He couldn't figure out why he couldn't take down Leon with his realm.
What was going on?
The violent winds howled across the battlefield as Vartak steadied himself in midair. His sleeves fluttered wildly while his eyes remained locked on Leon's unmoving figure.
His breathing had become noticeably heavier.
This was impossible.
No...
It simply shouldn't be happening.
His cultivation was clearly superior. By all logic, Leon should have been overwhelmed after several exchanges. Yet every palm strike, every collision, every burst of Mana had ended with the young man standing proudly before him.
Vartak clenched his fists.
His gaze swept over Leon's body.
His realm appeared to be only at the early-stage Pinnacle Realm.
Yet the purity of his Mana...
It wasn't something an ordinary early-stage Pinnacle Realm cultivator could possibly possess.
