In truth, if he had a choice, Ye Weiming did not want to confront Yu Canghai, the head of a sect, head-on.
However, with just a look from Yu Canghai earlier, the members of the Divine Constable Bureau squad had already lost their nerve before the battle even began. If this state continued, they might never again find the courage to oppose him.
To prevent such a disastrous outcome, Ye Weiming could only risk enraging the other party, ensuring that their morale would not collapse before the fight even started!
The moment an expert made a move, one could tell whether he was the real deal!
The instant he saw Yu Canghai draw his sword head-on, Ye Weiming knew he was different from the four pieces of trash he had dealt with before.
The same Pine Wind Swordplay, when wielded by Yu Canghai, was incomparably fierce and powerful.
At this moment, the pressure Ye Weiming felt far surpassed what Lin Zhipei had once given him.
This was absolutely not an opponent he could defeat with his current strength!
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Meanwhile, the Green Bamboo Sword in his hand swept out with equally swift and ferocious momentum. Judging from its bearing and the whistle of the blade through the air, it seemed in no way inferior to the sect leader before him.
Yet in reality, this move had neither the power to wound an enemy nor the ability to trap one. Aside from looking ferocious to onlookers, its only commendable quality was its defensive capability.
Among all martial arts under heaven, this set of Dragon-Phoenix Dance swordsmanship was absolutely among the finest when it came to self-preservation.
But no matter how clever a defensive technique was, it had its limits. The prerequisite for using four ounces to