It was a clash far more violent than any that had come before.
Crimson light and a silver-gold radiance collided like two supernovas.
Li Wen's figure was once again sent flying like a cannonball.
He slammed heavily into the protective light barrier at the edge of the arena, letting out a muffled THUD.
He dropped to one knee, a startling trickle of crimson blood escaping the corner of his mouth.
The qi and blood in his body roiled, and a tearing pain shot through his meridians.
Barton seemed to have the absolute upper hand, his offensive as relentless as a raging storm.
But the casual air in his eyes had long since vanished, replaced by a deepening gravity.
This young opponent's resilience far surpassed that of any so-called genius he had ever slain.
His opponent's speed, reflexes, and especially those bizarre attacks that fused the Time Law and Wish Power...
They had broken through his defensive net with precision several times, leaving faint marks on his blood-fiend armor.
