Swhoosh!

A smiling Warsky shook the sword in his hand briefly before pointing it at High Fighting Spirits. "You are a top player in Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls, and I respect your strength. That is why I’m not going to hold back. Give me everything you got, High Fighting Spirits, or you might find yourself dead before you’re able to do anything."

Unable to bear Warsky’s ridiculously arrogant declaration, High Fighting Spirits retorted harshly, "Less talking, more fighting, Warsky! There’s nothing that you can throw at me that I’m afraid of!"

"Let’s fight!"

High Fighting Spirits raised Invincible and ran toward Warsky. However, he didn’t use Charge. It was because Warsky’s arena ranking was even higher than Laughing At The Heavens, meaning that his 1v1 skills were at least as good as the CGL Hall of Famer. Warsky wasn’t a man who sat on his veterancy and contributed nothing to his guild. Throughout his many years of gaming, he had never stopped learning and growing his skills. If High Fighting Spirits had chosen to Charge at that moment, Warsky would’ve dodged it 100% and gained the upper hand on him.

"Heh!"

Smiling...