It's true what they say—morons love to pick on the kindhearted!
Gao Neng was furious. That Idiot System actually dared to trick him? But more importantly, he didn't have time to keep cursing it out, because he was now facing a monumental crisis.
The old man's sword was already slashing down.
He had absolutely no way to dodge. The only thing he could do was…
Go all-out against the old man!
"Spiritual Power formed into a sword, huh? I've got a saber too!" Gao Neng gritted his teeth, desperately condensing his Spiritual Power even further, and sent his saber slashing to meet the old man's sword.
"Oh-ho, this prodigy's got some nerve!" The old man seemed slightly astonished. He hadn't expected his opponent to actually dare to meet him head-on.
The sword fell!
A storm seemed to brew in the sky!
The outcome was inevitable.
The sword and the saber clashed violently.
"BOOM!"
A furious tide of Spiritual Power erupted in the sky.
