"It's him!"
Dao Ji's eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected Bai Yuan to appear here.
But then, a cruel arc formed on his lips.
Bai Yuan had defeated him in the ring before. Although he claimed not to care, if a real opportunity arose, he wouldn't mind killing the man to vent his frustration.
A Ghostwriter's battlefield was always in the dark.
An open and honorable ring only allowed him to use half his strength.
But this... this was where he could truly cut loose.
A stray cloud drifted over, obscuring the moon and plunging the mountain forest into complete darkness.
'Perfect...'
A perversely excited expression appeared on Dao Ji's face. He couldn't wait to see Bai Yuan hacked to death.
He spotted Bai Yuan hiding behind a tree in the darkness.
"Die!"
Dao Ji raised his long saber high and chopped down at the crown of Bai Yuan's head.
Bai Yuan reacted in a flash, raising his own blade in an upward slash to break Dao Ji's fierce attack.
