The Distinction Between Victory and Defeat

At the sight of this, Fu Hongchen's expression changed drastically. How could he not realize that he had fallen for it again? No matter what, he had never expected Chen Fan's reaction to be so swift. Such combat awareness was not inferior to his own; only someone who had survived countless battles between life and death could possess such instincts.

He had no time to think. His figure abruptly swept into the void ahead, attempting to evade Chen Fan's sword.

Yet Chen Fan had long become incomparably familiar with this battle from when he had faced his own mirror image. First, he forced his opponent from behind, leaving him no choice but to move forward. Then the sharp sword arrived, instantly blocking the opponent's path. That was the true attack.

Now, he did exactly that. The Wuya Sword was far faster than the White Bone Sword he had wielded back then, and countless times sharper. Fu Hongchen's body immediately faltered, and he came to an abrupt halt.

This reaction did surprise Chen Fan somewhat. Fu Hongchen was far stronger than he had been back then, but that was only natural. One was at the Spirit Refining Stage, while the other was the foremost prodigy at the middle stage of Spirit Severing. How could they be compared?

"Shatter Thousand Feet." Fu Hongchen suddenly shouted in a deep voice. The great blade in his hand seemed to be infused with boundless power as his Divine Soul erupted at that instant, shaking the void. He forcibly drew the power of the surrounding void together, and with his great blade, condensed a wall of void directly before himself.

Clang!

The Wuya Sword silently pierced the wall of void, yet it could not penetrate it. It merely gave off a trembling hum, its force rippling