Chapter 1792

Marco’s figure flickered, and he appeared at the center of the cage which was spacious enough for a battle. “Hmph.” “Heh.” “That brat...” The other elders could not help but sneer. In their eyes, Johan was bound to lose. Andrius patted the evil dragon’s head, indicating it to move aside, and faced Marco. Whoosh... Marco stood firmly in place, his robes fluttering without any wind, exuding the demeanor of a master. Andrius could not help but narrow his eyes. That pressure... It was already at the level of the late Nascent Soul stage! Another step forward and he would be on par with Gerald. Marco’s voice was loud and cold. “Johan, I’ve cultivated for many years and naturally won’t be unfair to you. I’ll only use 40% of my power. As long as you can withstand three moves, you’ll pass.” Andrius simply said, “Come at me.” Marco placed one hand behind his back while the other formed a hand sign with his index and middle fingers pointed to the sky. “Come, my sword—” Whoosh! In