Fang Han's casual remark was like pouring oil on a fire, instantly igniting the fury and humiliation Lin Hu had been suppressing.
"Cut the nonsense! Take my blade!"
Lin Hu roared, his patience utterly spent. The long blade at his waist came out with a sharp clang, trailing a streak of dazzling cold light.
He stomped hard, and the arena's wooden boards groaned beneath the strain. His burly frame carried a savage, tyrannical aura as he lunged at Fang Han like a mad tiger unleashed from its cage.
The blade wind shrieked sharply. It was the opening stance of the Mountain-Breaking Blade Art—Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cracking.
Compared to half a month ago, this strike was faster and more powerful, its all-or-nothing resolve several degrees fiercer. Clearly, he had not neglected his training during this time.
Faced with this earth-shattering blow, Fang Han did not meet it head-on.
He lightly tapped the ground with his toes, and his body seemed to lose all weight, like willow fluff swept up by a gale.
Having cultivated the Breeze Sword Art, Fang Han had always been light and agile. With the support of his Minor Accomplishment footwork, his speed had become incredibly fast.
In an instant, he slid half a step sideways and backward.
Whoosh!
The vicious blade grazed past his lapel, splitting the air but failing to harm him in the slightest.
"What speed!"
A wave of shocked cries rose from beneath the stage.
Many people had not even seen how Fang Han dodged. Their vision merely blurred, and he had already evaded what seemed to them like Lin Hu's certain killing strike.
Lin Hu's slash missed, further fueling his rage. With a twist of his wrist, he swept the blade sideways, changing moves with extreme speed and striving to keep his attacks unbroken, leaving