Lin Feng's eyebrows rose. How could this person be so confident?
But who was Lin Feng? How could he be intimidated by a mere word? Without a battle, who's to say who would win or lose?
Swoosh!
Lin Feng maintained his speed and quickly closed in on Yu Wenjun, soon reaching within thirty feet of him.
Lin Feng's expression became tense, ready to make a move at any moment.
"Bold move!"
Yu Wenjun suddenly chuckled, a cold gleam bursting forth from his eyes.
Swish!
Yu Wenjun made his move. His sword left the scabbard, slashing out in a straight line.
The strike lacked any flourish, plain and unadorned, yet the terrifying sword power overwhelmed heaven and earth. The soaring Sword Intent pierced the sky, the brilliant sword light seeming to penetrate one's soul.
In an instant, Lin Feng felt as though he fell into an ice cellar, an unprecedented sense of crisis rising in the depths of his heart.
This strike was irresistible!
