Cui Hao Yu had not even finished speaking before Chen Changsheng cut him off.
"Alchemy and formations may seem like his strengths, but in truth, his divine abilities and spells are even more formidable."
"His physical body and Martial Arts are beyond reproach. In a life-or-death battle, if you want to gain even the slightest advantage, you have to use a sword."
"But if it isn't a life-or-death battle, the only thing you can compete with him in is movement techniques."
"If you trust me, then compete with him in movement techniques."
Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, the young man said calmly, "He is right. If you want to exchange a few more moves with me, you will have to compete with me in movement techniques."
After hearing that, Cui Hao Yu thought for a moment, then cupped his hands. "Please enlighten me, Senior!"
Ding!
The young man took out a bell and tied it around his waist, then beckoned to Cui Hao Yu.
"You have fifty breaths. If you can touch me, or make the bell at my waist ring, then you win."
Whoosh!
Before his words had even faded, Cui Hao Yu lunged for the young man's shoulder.
Yet when he touched the young man, his hand passed straight through his body.
"That was an afterimage. He's behind you."
"What did you grow those two eyes for? If you're not going to use them, you might as well gouge them out and use them as bubbles to stomp on."
Chen Changsheng spoke with the frustration of one who hated iron for not becoming steel.
Cui Hao Yu turned his head and saw that the young man had somehow appeared behind him.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two figures constantly flashed across the open ground, but no matter how Cui Hao