"What?"
Lin Ao's pupils contracted slightly, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
He had not expected Fang Han's Body Movement to have reached such a high level in addition to his swordsmanship.
Yet Fang Han seized the instant Lin Ao's spear strike missed and its momentum had run its course. His figure flashed like a ghost, already circling unbelievably to Lin Ao's flank.
"Rip!"
The Azure Edge Sword transformed into a streak of cold azure lightning, slashing straight at the wrist holding the spear.
The angle was vicious, and the timing exquisite to the finest degree.
"Clang—!"
Lin Ao was horrified and hurriedly drew back his spear to block, but he failed to stop it completely.
The blade grazed his body, leaving a long, narrow bloody gash. Drops of blood seeped from the wound.
"Swish, swish, swish—!"
Fang Han pressed his advantage without mercy. The perfected Gale Step, coupled with the proficient Gentle Wind Sword Technique, brought his speed and unpredictability to their utmost limits.
Within the hall, it seemed as though two Fang Hans had appeared at once, sword light striking simultaneously from two different directions like a howling gale.
Lin Ao was immediately forced onto the defensive.
His strength remained formidable, and his spear technique as fierce as ever, yet he constantly felt unable to put his strength where it was needed.
Fang Han's Body Movement was too swift and elusive. Time and again, he evaded Lin Ao's killing moves at the very last instant, or engaged him when his old force had faded and his new force had yet to arise.
He simply refused to clash with him head-on, instead launching counterattacks from the most unexpected angles.
Lin Ao possessed tremendous strength, yet it felt as though he were attacking