Watching Zi Nu's Crimson Silk Soft Sword grow even faster, Zhao Zilong retreated again while assessing her strength.
Zi Nu was also growing more shocked as they fought. The young man before her was simply too fast; her attacks could only strike his afterimages.
The next second, Zhao Zilong dodged Zi Nu's attack and appeared at her side. Startled by his ghostly speed, Zi Nu hastily controlled the Crimson Silk Soft Sword and struck at Zhao Zilong again.
But this time, Zhao Zilong reached out and seized Zi Nu's delicate wrist. A teasing smile curled across his lips. "Is this all the strength you have?"
Zi Nu's eyes flashed with anger. She struck back with a palm, but Zhao Zilong gave a disdainful smile and easily deflected it. Then, with a backhanded motion, he removed Zi Nu's hairpin as the two passed each other.
Soon, without the restraint of the hairpin, Zi Nu's waterfall of long purple hair spilled down. She looked at Zhao Zilong with shame and anger in her eyes, but she had also calmed down and understood the gap between them. If he had wanted to kill her, she would have had almost no chance to fight back.
Zhao Zilong toyed with the hairpin in his hand and admired her. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Looking closely, you seem even prettier like this. Why tie your hair up? Isn't this better?"
"Clap, clap, clap..." At that moment, Han Fei suddenly applauded from the side and praised, "Brother, what fine martial arts you possess! May I ask your honored name?"
Zi Nu looked rather displeased and spat lightly, "Han Fei, I lost. Are you that happy about it?"
Han Fei was immediately embarrassed by that. Zhao Zilong ignored him, set the hairpin on the table, and looked up at the