Fisherman understood Su Yi's temperament.
This decisive, ruthless sword cultivator had always disliked wasting words. Whenever he could act, he could not be bothered to say even a single word.
Yet now, he was deliberately rambling on with him.
This abnormal behavior had long since put Fisherman on guard.
At last, unable to hold back any longer, he frowned and said, "If you will not make a move, then I am leaving!"
As he spoke, he turned to go.
It was a test.
Yet Su Yi merely stood there calmly and said, "The good show has not even begun. If you are willing to leave, you may go now."
Fisherman: "..."
He snorted coldly. "Putting on airs and mystifying things. In my view, you are dragging out time only because you are waiting for reinforcements!"
Su Yi shook his head. "That tactic is too crude. Even if I invited more reinforcements, if you, Fisherman, truly risked your life to flee, I fear we still could not keep you here."
It seemed as though he were acknowledging Fisherman's capability.
Yet to Fisherman's ears, it only made him even more vigilant. He was uncertain and suspicious, unable to tell what medicine Su Yi was selling from his gourd.
Not far away, Treasure Leaf Devil Ancestor could not help grinning when he saw Fisherman being manipulated by Su Yi until he could neither advance nor retreat.
That sinister, crafty old fellow was best at toying with people's hearts and weaving schemes.
Who could have imagined that even he would be manipulated to such an extent now?
"Techniques of power and strategy are ultimately petty paths. When facing a powerful enemy, one is most likely to hesitate during battle. In terms of momentum alone, he has already lost more than half!"
In the distance,