Yan Luo's rejection was so decisive, like words cast in stone.
Roger's brow furrowed, asking, "Why?"
"You can't achieve a correct result using the wrong method."
Yan Luo clenched his fists, mobilizing all his magnetic field power.
"No matter how noble you describe yourself, you've never sacrificed anything, your actions are always built upon others' sacrifices!"
A streak of light suddenly flashed across the sky above Celestial City, followed by a thunderous roar.
Yan Luo swung his fist for a heavy strike, Roger raised his arm to block, and then the two began a continuous exchange of blows, the air erupting around their clashes, causing the space city to thunder incessantly, frightening many people.
"What's right? What's wrong? It's nothing more than the distinction between winners and losers!"
Even amidst the high-speed exchanges, Roger still managed to shout out his convictions: "Can your so-called 'correct method' defeat the Evil God?!"
