This was the advantage of Ye Xiwen being proficient in everything: he had no weak points. Every aspect was a strength, and he was inferior to no one!
Ye Xiwen had already decided not to let himself be led around by the nose. Instead, he would fight to his own rhythm.
Against an expert of this level, the most important thing was to establish one's own rhythm. Whoever could fight to their own rhythm would have the last laugh.
Crocodile Shadow's face turned somewhat pale. That slash had directly broken his Wiles Dao. That was what was truly terrifying. The bizarre Dao he had always been so proud of seemed utterly laughable before Ye Xiwen.
The greatest feature of his Wiles Dao was its elusive, unpredictable nature. It was strange and impossible to grasp—but if the opponent simply did not care, there was nothing he could do.
When facing an expert with an incomparably powerful physical body, if one slash could not even damage their bones or sinews, it was already enough to give anyone a headache. More terrifying still, this expert with an incomparably powerful body was even faster, fully capable of trading one slash for another.
When that happened, Ye Xiwen would be unharmed, while he himself would be ground to death alive.
Only then did he understand Poison Prince's helplessness. Why had Poison Prince been completely suppressed and beaten by Ye Xiwen? Because there was not a single aspect in which he could surpass Ye Xiwen. Naturally, it felt like a dog trying to bite a hedgehog, with nowhere to sink its teeth.
"Very good, very good. You are stronger than I imagined. You are qualified to make me take you seriously!" Crocodile Shadow said coldly.
"But you are far weaker than I imagined. You are not