Chapter 911: No One Can Save You

The strike came down in a savage arc, violent to the extreme, carrying a crushing, endless force as Jimmy Yale brought his blade crashing down. The blade-light was razor-sharp yet heavy, glinting against the moon's pale sheen. Murderous intent coiled within it. One slash like that was enough to cut down a Grandmaster. A gale whipped Jimmy's clothes into a frenzy, but he stood like an iron pillar and shouted, "You little Aether mutt. That so-called ultimate technique of yours is nothing but cheap...