“Ah!!”

A terrified howl erupted from the white-robed elder. Suppressing the blood that was threatening to spill out from his body from his previous wound, the elder started to fly back as fast as he could. Another soul armament was back in his right hand to try and block the Fire-tipped Spear coming at him.

“Clang!”

Metal met metal for a clash of noise and sparks. The Fire-tipped Spear was a force of hot fire, and the weapon of the Soul King was a force of chilling ice. When they clashed, they clashed with so much force that the arms of the wielders trembled and the air between the two was cleaved in two amidst the two drastically different temperatures. The right arms of the two combatants were forced back, but they themselves not. They whirled around to rid themselves of the remaining blowback and lashed out with their left fists to punch!

They weren’t aimed at the opposing fist, but at the chests!

“Bang! Bang!!” Two separate thuds were heard as the fists...