Lin Baige still did not understand. "Are they both exhausted? Is that why they've slowed down?"
Lin Manjiang said worriedly, "If that is the case, then the Young Master's situation is greatly unfavorable. Wu Jinglei will likely find an opening very soon."
By then, Zhong Sanxiao had already seen through the situation. A trace of astonishment showed on his face as he sighed, "The Young Master's attainments in the Martial Dao during these years of disappearance are truly remarkable!"
Lin Baige asked curiously, "What do you mean, Uncle Zhong?"
Zhong Sanxiao smiled calmly. "Wu Jinglei's hammer has indeed slowed considerably, but the Young Master's sword is matching his pace, deliberately appearing slow."
Lin Baige froze and shook his head innocently. "I don't understand."
A deep look filled Zhong Sanxiao's eyes. "Keep watching, and you will understand."
On the Martial Arts Arena.
After slamming downward once more and breaking Lu Feng's assault, Wu Jinglei finally could not endure the provocation any longer. "Give up. When it comes to endurance, you are still far beneath me!"
Lu Feng smiled coldly, yet his attack did not pause in the slightest. The longsword in his hand thrust downward again, stabbing straight toward Wu Jinglei's shoulder and neck.
"Who said I was competing with you in endurance?"
Those icy words made Wu Jinglei abruptly freeze, unease instantly spreading through his heart.
"Over three years ago, I could wound your shoulder and neck. Today, I can do so again!"
The sword in Lu Feng's hand suddenly became incomparably swift. Strikes several times faster than before shot directly toward Wu Jinglei.
The seventh and final, fastest form of the Little Burial Flower Sword Canon.
Red Silk Soul Return!
Wu Jinglei's eyes widened in disbelief as the Sword Light before them expanded without limit.
"Fast... what a fast