“My strength may not measure up to Uncle Seth’s, but it’s still more than enough to take you on!” Dustin asserted.
“Take me on? Do you really have what it takes?” Reagan sneered.
According to the information Reagan acquired, Dustin had recently attained the status of an ultimate grandmaster, mastering some unique techniques.
However, Dustin was currently at the mid-stage of ultimate grandmaster, whereas Reagan was approaching completion.
The gap between them was almost two levels, resembling a significant divide. This posed a considerable challenge for Dustin to overcome, even with his exceptional talent.
“You’ll see soon if I’ve got what it takes, “Dustin replied. He lifted his sword, and the Celestial Blade smoothly slid out from its sheath on his back, firmly held in his grasp.
“Fine! If you’re that confident, I’ll let you challenge me today!” Reagan waved his hand, conjuring a fiery-red spear into existence-the Inferno Fury Spear.
It was ranked third on the Divine Weapon List, formerly owned by Alaric.
He added, “None of you better interfere. Today, I’m going to crush this so-called Kirin, praised by everyone, with sheer strength!”
Then, he swung his spear, and his aura surged. A crimson light shot from his body, tearing through the sky and summoning thunder above the clouds.
The wind roared, making every lush greenery within hundreds of feet bow low. This imposing aura prompted supernatural occurrences, an unspoken recognition of his might.
“Hmm?” As Dustin sensed Reagan’s imposing aura, a serious expression crept across his face, furrowing his brow.
In his martial journey, he had rarely encountered foes of such formidable nature, usually navigating through challenges with relative ease.
However, facing Reagan, Dustin felt unparalleled pressure, realizing that this upcoming battle was not going to be a walk in the park.
“Come on, show me what you’ve got!” Reagan beckoned, gesturing him to come at him. Dustin humphed and wasted no time. He stepped forward, transforming into a streak of light, charging directly ahead.
The Celestial Blade in his hand erupted with dark radiance, emanating a chilling aura.
“Desert Mirage!” As Dustin launched his attack, Reagan made no move to evade. Instead, he aimed his spear forward, unleashing a barrage of sharp spear auras.
These auras resembled artillery shells, possessing a fearsome power as they surged toward Dustin. Their unstoppable advance wreaked havoc, causing trees to explode and the ground to upheave wherever they passed.
Dustin’s eyes narrowed as he swung the Celestial Blade, conjuring a dense layer of sword aura in front of him. The interwoven sword aura clashed fiercely with the spear auras emanating from Reagan.
Amidst a thunderous collision, the sword aura and spear auras exploded, scattering brilliant and lethal lights in all directions.
The intense waves of energy radiated outward, obliterating everything in their path.
In the ensuing moments, Dustin’s figure shot out from the epicenter of the explosion. Upon landing, he staggered back several steps, each step imprinting a deep footprint on the ground.
Conversely, Reagan appeared unruffled, with not a single strand of hair out of place.
In this initial clash of their moves, Dustin was unmistakably at a disadvantage.
