"So this Ghost Tribe's damned High Priest looks like this! Always pretending to be mystical, and you're scheming against my Black Pine League!" Hercules Marsh angrily brandished his longsword and charged straight towards the man in blue at the door.
"Today, I'm gonna give you a proper lesson!"
With that said, he raised his longsword and smashed it down!
A mystical psychic surely can't have strong physical abilities.
With Gerrit Harris's help, Hercules Marsh was fully confident he could injure the opponent!
He was pondering how to capture the High Priest and lock him up with the Holy Maiden to see what kind of plot the Ghost Tribe had.
Unexpectedly, the opponent delivered himself!
The sword descended!
This was the strike of a Great Grandmaster!
Electric light swirled around the blade, making the air emit a sharp whistling sound.
The man in blue sidestepped to evade, his left hand directly clasping Hercules Marsh's wrist, giving it a sudden squeeze!
Crack!
