Were they going to take the fight seriously now?
Isaac roared and grew intimidating. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Trace. As he pressed his palms together, a surge of red spiritual energy in his hands manifested into a ten-yard-long energy knife in the blink of an eye.
At that moment, plunging waves of spiritual energy radiated from Isaac, and every martial artist at the scene felt an overwhelming pressure.
Those who were relatively stronger were panting and sweating. Most martial artists that had recently reached the Amalgamation Phase were trembling, out of fear and resentment for someone much more powerful.
"Ninth Form, Alp Slash!" Isaac roared.
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