Facing Ling Chen's sword, Young Master Ye merely shifted his figure sideways to dodge the incomparably sharp Sword Light. The Sword Light struck the Dueling Platform, leaving behind a smooth, distinct crack.
"Ling Chen, let me remind you that before this battle, I have never used my full strength. You'll be the first," Young Master Ye's figure, like a phantom, reappeared ten meters from his original position. He looked at Ling Chen, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "So if you can't hold on, just admit defeat."
"Rest assured, that situation won't happen."
Ling Chen remained impassive. With a flick of his wrist, he swung his sword again, aiming for Young Master Ye's heart.
With a tap of his feet, Young Master Ye floated backward in retreat. Although Ling Chen's sword was incredibly fast, he could never touch Young Master Ye, always missing by a hair's breadth.
"Young Master Ye is about to make his move. This will be his first real attack."
