Si Kongyao was instantly startled when Jiang Fan drew his blade without a word.
With nimble footwork, she sidestepped and dodged Jiang Fan's attack.
At the same time, she shouted.
"Jiang Fan, don't be so ungrateful!"
"I was willing to come talk to you. That was me giving you face!"
"Do you really think a seventeen-year-old Level 2 Martial Artist is something special? I simply didn't want to antagonize the Martial Arts Association!"
"Let me tell you, River City is just a tiny stage. In the capital, seventeen-year-old Level 2 Martial Artists are as common as oxen and horses. You don't even make the cut!"
"You..."
After only a few words, Jiang Fan once again closed in. His short blade spun as it swept horizontally toward her waist.
"You talk too much!"
Si Kongyao flipped backward to the side, dodging the attack, and shouted furiously,
"You lunatic!"
Cursing as she moved, she slid behind the desk and struck the desktop with her palm.
A sword case shot into the air!
Si Kongyao flipped her left hand. The sword case opened in midair, and an exquisite white scabbard inlaid with dragon patterns descended.
Si Kongyao seized the hilt with her right hand and drew and slashed with all her might. In an instant, a streak of cold light shot toward Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan rotated the hilt, lowering the tip of his blade to block.
With a crisp clang of metal, his figure instantly retreated.
"Heh heh! You actually believed me when I flattered you a few times?"
"A measly Level 2 Martial Artist, and you dare run wild in my territory!"
"Today, I'll teach you, you hairless brat, how to conduct yourself!"
"When you're about to die, you'll naturally tell me the Medicine Room's formula!"
After saying that, Si Kongyao