The Ink Pupils
Besides him, Liu Guang was the only one present who knew where this move came from.
He murmured, "He refined the Black Mo Tiger's Inner Core and even learned Triple Shadow Clone?"
Liu Chang's face had darkened to the point of dripping water. He hadn't expected Bi Fan to have another move like this.
The two figures' attacks weren't as powerful as a single one's, but they were still more than enough to give him a hard time. And that scene earlier, when Bi Fan had deliberately let himself get hurt, had obviously been staged for him. His Ink Sword had only cut through a shadow!
Bi Fan walked toward him step by step, smiling faintly. In the same tone Liu Chang had used earlier, he said, "So you're this easy to beat?"
"You! You're asking for death!"
Liu Chang was so furious his face turned green. When had someone as proud as him ever suffered such a loss? He raised his Ink Sword and charged at Bi Fan again.
But having truly been injured, he was clearly at a disadvantage in the fight that followed. His reaction speed and the way he gathered his energy were both far inferior to Bi Fan's.
Liu Chang knew it himself. If they kept fighting like this, he would lose in less than the time it took to drink half a cup of tea!
With defeat looming, a resolute glint appeared deep in his eyes. He pressed his palms together before him, one above the other, and closed his eyes as if preparing something.
Bi Fan furrowed his brows slightly. Why did this scene look so familiar?
Suddenly, he remembered the day at Falling God Valley when he had faced the Purple Sha Demonic Sect's Third Elder. Hadn't he used