Just as Liu Lang was about to leave, he saw Chen Yi standing there with a cool expression and could not help feeling a little reluctant to part.
"Boss, you promised before to compete with me in blade techniques. When will it be?"
Chen Yi paused, tipped up his conical hat slightly, and asked with a slanting smile, "Are you that impatient?"
Liu Lang chuckled twice. "There are only two things I love in this life. One is Yanhuaxiang's willows and flowers, and the other is competing with blades, so..."
Before he could finish, Chen Yi waved a hand. "Understood."
"At the Chishui River on the eighth of September, at a quarter past midnight. I'll wait for you."
Liu Lang froze briefly, then, after realizing what he had heard, was overjoyed. "Ten days from now?"
"Boss, you set the date yourself. You can't go back on your word."
Chen Yi cast him a sidelong glance. "I hope you can still smile that happily then."
Sooner or later, he had to fight Liu Lang once. It made no difference whether it happened early or late.
Besides, with his current Martial Path Cultivation Base and mastery of techniques, while he could not claim a sure victory over Liu Lang, winning within ten moves was still possible.
Of course, that was on the premise that he used the Spear Dao.
If he used a blade, he reckoned he would need a few more days of practice.
Liu Lang was completely unaffected by those words. Gripping his saber hilt behind his back, he said eagerly:
"The victor lives, the loser dies. To Prove the Dao like this—how exhilarating!"
Chen Yi glared at him irritably. "Get lost."
It was only a sparring match. How had it become a life-and-death battle once it passed through Liu