"Kid, your comprehension is impressive. Let me see what you've got." The Sword Fanatic stepped down, speaking with an aged arrogance, his words as sharp as a sword.
He didn't groom himself and was dressed like a beggar, but his hands were exceptionally clean. The scabbard he clutched had become unusually smooth from constant polishing.
"Not interested," Lin Hao shrugged, rejecting him outright.
Just a moment ago, when he had used his Reincarnation sword technique, he'd keenly sensed something off about Immortal Fairy Huangfu's breathing.
The woman was terrifying; he couldn't see through her.
'If this keeps up, my identity will be exposed sooner or later.'
"No! You're fighting today whether you want to or not. It's not up to you!" But the Sword Fanatic refused to let Lin Hao go.
The Sword Fanatic had been obsessed with swords since birth. Lin Hao's final move had left him itching for a fight; if he didn't get to duel him, his entire body would feel restless.
