Si Konghao was extremely fast. Especially after spreading that pair of wind wings, his speed instantly soared to its limit. On this arena, all wind and all air ceased to be obstacles; they flowed along with him, pushing his speed to the utmost extreme.
He let out a slight sigh of relief. Although Ye Xiwen's physical body was peerless and his strength terrifyingly immense, Si Konghao possessed unparalleled speed. In all martial arts under heaven, only speed was unbreakable—he firmly believed in this principle. Thus, from long ago, he had begun studying wind-element laws. By now, his speed was enough to let him stand alone among the younger generation.
Even those young experts ranked above him might not be able to match him in speed. This was his trump card, and it was also the confidence that had allowed him to compete with the Crocodile Crown Prince for the demonic saber back then.
Though he might not be a match for the Crocodile Crown Prince, the Crocodile Crown Prince could forget about doing anything to him. On the contrary, he would have to endure Si Konghao's constant harassment.
Just as he was about to swing his fan backward and counterattack Ye Xiwen, Ye Xiwen's figure nearly transformed into a streak of golden light and caught up in a single step, startling him greatly.
Ye Xiwen had actually caught up without being the slightest bit slower.
This speed was completely beyond his expectations.
How was that possible?!
How could Ye Xiwen be so fast?!
Stormy waves immediately rose in his heart. The path of martial arts had countless forks; one could say that there were three thousand Great Daos, and every path could lead to enlightenment. Yet precisely because there were too many paths capable of proving the Dao, no one