"How could he be that fast?!"
"It's simply unbelievable!"
Zhi Qiu Yiye was completely stunned!
He had only just raised his leg and had not even activated any spell.
Ding Ling had already reached his destination.
Zhi Qiu Yiye had not even seen clearly how Ding Ling had flown!
Was the gap really that huge?!
Didn't this mean that Ding Ling was practically no different from a god?!
He clicked his tongue in shock, cast the Wind Riding Art, stepped on the tips of the resilient grass in the low air, and flew swiftly toward Ding Ling. He stopped not far in front of him, raised his head to look at him, and called loudly:
"Hey, hey, brother, what line of work are you in?"
Ding Ling drifted lightly down from the treetop and landed beneath the great tree, meeting Zhi Qiu Yiye's gaze.
He casually shook the leaf in his hand, smiled, and said:
"Don't worry about what line of work I'm in. You've lost now. Aren't you going to call me Master?"
"..."
Zhi Qiu Yiye's face turned green. He awkwardly scratched his head, rolled his eyes, and laughed three times to conceal his embarrassment before suddenly saying:
"Brother, I didn't explain myself clearly earlier. We're using a best-of-three format. You won the first match, which was a contest of speed. Next, do you have the guts to compete with me in spellcraft?"
"What do you want to compete in?"
Ding Ling asked leisurely.
Seeing this, Zhi Qiu Yiye's heart began to pound. He widened his eyes and looked Ding Ling up and down twice before saying:
"Brother Ding, tell me honestly. Did you just come out of some immortal mountain or immortal sect? Are you a peerless genius?"
"I came down from the Heavenly Court."
"..."
Zhi