Ye Xiwen's very first move dazzled those who knew what they were looking at.
Bang!
Their legs collided violently in midair. Ye Xiwen's leg was not wrapped in any true essence, yet it seemed to possess an armor-piercing effect. Wherever his leg wind swept, the storms Wu Chenhai had stirred up across the sky all scattered, forcibly kicked apart by him.
After kicking apart the storm filling the sky, Ye Xiwen's momentum did not diminish as he drove straight toward Wu Chenhai's chest.
Wu Chenhai suddenly tapped the ground with his toes and retreated straight to the edge of the arena, narrowly avoiding Ye Xiwen's whip-like kick.
A faint sheen of cold sweat appeared on his back, and his expression was slightly stunned before turning grave. Just now, he had retreated purely on instinct to avoid Ye Xiwen's leg whip. Thinking about it now, that subconscious action had been absolutely right.
A mere ordinary kick had actually blasted the air apart. Such power and speed were simply unbelievable. If he had been struck directly just now, even if he did not die, he would have been crippled.
He finally understood that Ye Xiwen was not an ant he could knead flat or roll round at will, but a fierce tiger capable of threatening him.
"One can't let down one's guard for even a moment!" Wu Chenhai said with feigned ease, though inwardly he had raised his vigilance to its highest point and treated Ye Xiwen as a formidable opponent. If he had attacked with full strength earlier merely because he disliked Ye Xiwen and wanted to kick him to death on the spot, then now he truly had no choice but to go all out. "You are qualified to make me attack!"
"Merely interested?" Ye Xiwen smiled.
Wu Chenhai did