"I absolutely will not let you harm a single hair on his head. I will be your opponent," Izo said to Chen Fan. According to the information Ran had given Chen Fan, this man liked to use human lives as sacrifices for his sword and was a murderous madman. No one knew how many lives had been offered to his blade. When Chen Fan had fought him before, he had learned that Izo's swordsmanship was formidable, but still far inferior to his own.
"Do you think you're qualified?" Chen Fan asked blandly, raising a finger directly toward Izo's brow. The moment Izo saw that finger pointed at him, an intensely dangerous feeling rose in his heart.
Chen Fan said calmly, "Finger Pistol!"
Izo's eyes widened. At top speed, he withdrew the blade he had been using to contend with Chen Fan and raised it before his brow.
Bang! It was as if a bullet had struck Izo's blade. The violent vibration running through it told Izo that Chen Fan was not joking. If he had not blocked it with his sword, he might have died.
But just as he blocked Chen Fan's attack with his blade, squelch! A wound was slashed open across his abdomen. That was only because he had retreated a step. Had he not taken that step back, he might have been cut open at the waist.
Izo's expression darkened. The last time he fought Chen Fan, they had exchanged blows for quite some time. Yet this time, he had been wounded after just one exchange. It seemed they had not forced this man to reveal all his methods last time. He simply could not imagine how someone so young could possess such terrifying swordsmanship.
Just as Chen Fan cut Izo, someone suddenly appeared behind him. Then,