First Battle Easily Won, Time to Start Grinding

"You!"

Ryan was both shocked and furious.

What was the deal with this newcomer? How had he managed to grab Ryan's wrist out of thin air?

This was absolutely abnormal, absolutely impossible, absolutely unscientific!

Ryan had spent two hundred years training in the Sacred Martial Pavilion. It wasn't as if he had never lost.

Nor was it as if he had never encountered powerful geniuses.

When he had first left the beginner zone, he'd run into a formidable opponent.

The man was as cold as a block of ice.

Without a word, he had attacked and killed Ryan outright.

Throughout the entire fight, Ryan hadn't even seen what weapon his opponent had used.

Only after making inquiries from every direction did he learn that the man wielded a swift sword—a sword of incredible speed.

Hoping that one day he could stand shoulder to shoulder with that man, Ryan had abandoned the battle sword he'd used for years and devoted himself to the art of the swift sword.

His swift swordsmanship had earned him a fair bit of fame among the senior students.

But Lu Lin was just a newcomer.

Escaping Ryan's first assassination attempt had already taken a bit of luck and skill.

How could he have also caught Ryan's wrist and come away without a scratch?

"Hey, you're too weak."

Lu Lin shook his head.

Ryan wasn't fast, his attacks weren't strong, and his strength was an utter mess. He was only a little stronger than Zhao Futu.

And yet his cultivation was seven or eight levels higher than Zhao Futu's.

An opponent this weak really wasn't worth Lu Lin's time.

The key was, Lu Lin didn't have a blade in his hands right now, so he couldn't grind his proficiency during the fight. He might as well end