"Am I ready!?"
Over the past few days.
Feng Hu'an had actually asked himself that very question more times than he could count.
Yet each time, the answer he received had been different.
He understood that it meant he was hesitating, wavering, lost...
So, in the end, he chose to stake everything on challenging Ling Wuyuan.
After all, he simply could not accept such a cowardly version of himself.
He could accept failure.
Even an exceptionally painful failure.
But he absolutely could not accept retreating without a fight!!
In short, during this recent stretch of time, all sorts of thoughts had violently churned through Feng Hu'an's mind, causing him no small amount of distress...
However, now that he had successfully stood before Ling Wuyuan.
He sincerely felt that all his past troubles were swiftly dissipating.
His thoughts and goals were also becoming clearer.
It was something called courage—or perhaps resolve.
When he cut through the countless distracting thoughts in his heart, made his choice, and truly began putting it into practice, his strength and will both underwent genuine growth at this very moment...
As his opponent.
Although Ling Wuyuan did not know exactly what had happened to him.
At this moment.
He could still clearly judge that Feng Hu'an had indeed suddenly grown somewhat stronger.
This situation.
Made the strength with which Ling Wuyuan gripped the sword in his hand increase somewhat as well.
However.
What concerned Ling Wuyuan most was ultimately Feng Hu'an's gaze.
It was a gaze that had suddenly become far more resolute.
Within it, Ling Wuyuan saw something called courage.
A weak person facing a strong one, yet still unwilling to yield to instinct, instead igniting the determination to rise and give chase...
"..."
After half a second of silence.
Ling Wuyuan calmly admitted:
"Not bad