Ruan Xiaotian jumped out of the battle circle, his eyes filled with a bit of suspicion. He had already overestimated Li Yifei, but after fighting for a while, he realized he had underestimated him. Li Yifei was even stronger than he had estimated, and after a hundred rounds, surprisingly, he was not at a disadvantage.
Thinking of this, Ruan Xiaotian's face showed some anger. He, a master who had been famous for decades, was fighting against someone who had only practiced for a few years, and couldn't win after a hundred rounds. This was an insult to him.
"Boy, die!" Ruan Xiaotian shouted loudly, charging up again, the strange knife in his hand dancing even more intricately, with angles that were extremely tricky. The first cut contained several changes, seemingly aimed at Li Yifei's chest, but if one were to defend the chest, Ruan Xiaotian would have three or four ways to attack other parts of Li Yifei's body.
Therefore, this would test Li Yifei's adaptability.
