The sky was dim, and scattered snowflakes drifted down.
On the Wild Wind Plain, Lin Hui silently watched Wang Yueheng standing opposite him.
This man clearly embodied the abnormal mental state of Inner City Martial Artists and Summoners. One moment he had been calm and peaceful; the next, he wore an expression as though he wanted to devour someone alive.
"A Summoner, huh... This is a fresh opponent. Our first clash... I hope I can gather more information."
He narrowed his eyes, gently drew the Clear River Sword, and tossed aside its scabbard.
"Brother Wang, please go first."
Lin Hui spoke calmly.
He had never seen how a Summoner fought, so he decided to yield the initiative to his opponent. He would first evade with speed, observe, and then respond accordingly.
Otherwise, who knew what would happen once he drew his sword? What if the other side possessed some bizarre ability to rebound attacks along their original path at certain moments?
"That works." Wang Yueheng smiled, and the cold gloom on his face swiftly faded. "The fighting styles of the Inner City and Outer City differ greatly. Summoners in particular possess exceptionally strong bodies, so we often prefer cruder methods of attack and defense. If you feel you can't hold on later, remember to call for a stop."
He stretched out both hands and flexed his fingers.
"I'll show mercy..."
"Then I'll thank you in advance, Brother Wang..." Lin Hui said evenly.
"No need." Wang Yueheng smiled and took a step forward.
Whoosh!
In an instant, he vanished from where he stood and abruptly appeared at Lin Hui's side, throwing a punch at his jaw.
A fierce wind howled, and only then did the air explode with a crisp crack.
The enormous, dull pressure compressed the skin of Lin Hui's