It swam up to the two, using telepathy, spoke:
"This truly is a scene one might only encounter once in ten thousand years."
"Indeed." Shen Ye remarked.
The two exchanged glances, smiles emerging on their faces.
Suddenly, Shen Ye drew his Night Rain Blade, fiercely clashing with the stabbing sword thrust by White Night Spirit.
"Bastard!"
"Little shit!"
They roared angrily as they desperately attacked each other.
At this moment, they both had Normal attributes, suppressed, unable to release Techniques, even entries having no effect.
Moves could not unleash their power either.
The two fought hideously, and soon grew breathless.
The Professional beside them was dumbfounded.
Not to mention—
Everyone here is a master with a reputation.
Your fighting looks so pathetic, and you're cursing incessantly, aren't you afraid of social suicide?
After thinking it over, he couldn't help but advise:
"Hey, nobody wants things to happen this way, why take your anger out on strangers?"
