While Yang Jie and the others were secretly speculating and whispering among themselves, Jia Zhangyuan had already finished explaining the final rules. After offering a polite fist-and-palm salute, he launched the first attack.
With a flick of his wrist, the three blade-shaped throwing knives in his hand shot out like lightning, carrying sharp whistles through the air as they flew straight at Lu Feng.
Lu Feng narrowed his eyes. As he activated the Evil-Dispelling Spirit Eyes, the trajectories of the incoming throwing knives were laid completely bare before him;
With such a vast gap in strength between them, even without the astonishing vision granted by the Evil-Dispelling Spirit Eyes, he could easily perceive these probing throwing knives through his own senses alone.
It was no exaggeration to say that, if he wished, he could even see the ant-sized lettering engraved at the ends of the throwing knives.
Such a probing assault posed no threat to him whatsoever.
Lu Feng gripped the Snow Clearing Sword and gave it only the gentlest sweep, tracing a winding sword path before him. Without even employing a Sword Move, he effortlessly blocked all three incoming throwing knives.
The many spectators around the Martial Arts Arena were too far away to see Lu Feng's casual move clearly, but Jia Zhangyuan on the field saw it perfectly, and traces of shock involuntarily appeared on his face.
He knew very well the nature of his probing attack. Though it did not display much power, it should still have been exceedingly difficult for anyone else to block it so easily.
Yet Lu Feng had not only blocked it, but had done so with one utterly effortless stroke.
Jia Zhangyuan asked himself if he had seen that stroke clearly enough. It looked casual, yet it contained precise control over the