The man’s face darkened, and he stopped attacking.

Darius raised an eyebrow, feeling that he was up to something. He took the opportunity to lunge at the man, but in the next second, he was enveloped in complete darkness. He immediately skidded to a stop because he couldn’t even see his opponent.

He was sure of one thing—if he were to continue with his attack, he could injure anyone, whether they were enlightened martial artists or normal, innocent bystanders. He couldn’t act rashly when he wasn’t sure what he was up against, and his actions would accomplish nothing aside from depleting his energy.

He bit his lip and tried to find a way out of this. He felt pissed off by the fact that he hadn’t landed a single blow on his opponent since the start of this duel, and this was a first for him. He couldn’t accept this outcome, but his opponent obviously didn’t care.

The man’s voice was as rough as sandpaper, and it seemed to be coming from all around Darius as he said, “Darius, you’ve al