Fuing narrowed his eyes.
"Your master…"
His gaze slowly shifted toward the distant black carriage behind the undead army.
Then back toward Duskveil.
"...Whoever he is, he brought disaster upon this land."
Duskveil slowly placed one hand on the hilt of his black sword.
"My lord brings death to his enemies."
The moment his hand touched the sword, the atmosphere changed.
Fuing immediately felt it.
Danger.
Without hesitation, Fuing moved first.
BOOM!
The ground beneath him exploded apart as his body shot forward like a cannonball.
Pure physical force.
No Qi.
No energy.
Just terrifying strength and martial mastery.
His fist tore through the air straight toward Duskveil's head.
Fast.
Fast enough that ordinary body tempering practitioners wouldn't even react in time.
But Duskveil moved.
Shhk.
The black sword partially left its sheath.
Clang!
Fist and blade collided violently.
A shockwave exploded outward instantly.
