"Die!" Shingen yelled.

The longsword in his hand called upon an endless sweep of cold wind as the onlookers watched. The winds all smashed into Harvey from all directions.

Harvey, who was in the eye of the storm, was like an unprotected flower in the middle of a tempest. He could fall at any time.

All the Islanders were filled with glee. To them, it was obvious the attack was invincible. It was unblockable. In other words, Harvey's ending had already been decided.

Only Aya was frowning.

Clang!

As the storms finally crashed, Harvey extended his right hand as if he found this boring, and clawed at the storms and snow. At that instant, everything froze.

Aya and other martial arts elites saw it clearly. Harvey raised his hand and caught Shingen's blade with his middle and index finger.

"Interesting! This is so interesting! Even among the True Warriors, you must be one of the best! Only you have the right to make me use my full power!" Shingen said. While he seemed full of astonish