Ling Tian thrust his sword, intercepting Silver Fox's attack. Light Dance Sword was exceedingly sharp; even Silver Fox's razor-sharp claws dared not meet it head-on. She decisively abandoned that attack, twisting around to launch another.
Ling Tian had been acquainted with Hu Yao and the other cultivators of the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox Clan for thousands upon thousands of years. He had sparred with them hundreds of times, if not a thousand, and was deeply familiar with the Fox Clan's movement techniques and methods of attack. Even his Illusory God Phantom Shadow Movement Technique had originated with the Fox Clan.
Although Silver Fox did not belong to the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox Clan, her race was a close relative, and their methods of attack and movement techniques were not much different. Ling Tian was therefore very familiar with Silver Fox's fighting style; he could even anticipate what she would do next.
Thus, although he was no match for Silver Fox's speed, he could accurately predict her attacks and prepare in advance, making it fairly easy for him to deal with them.
Silver Fox darted around Ling Tian with astonishing speed, her countless phantoms dazzling the eye and her sharp claws sending chills through the onlookers. Ling Tian, however, was utterly at ease. He simply thrust his sword, strolling as casually as if through a courtyard. Yet that simple thrust always left Silver Fox's attacks fruitless.
As time passed, the spectators grew more and more astonished. They looked at Ling Tian as if he were some kind of monster.
While the others were astonished, Silver Fox grew more apprehensive with every exchange. She felt as if Ling Tian already knew every move she would make. How could that not unsettle her?
Silver Fox flashed away, pausing her attacks. Her beautiful eyes fixed on