"Ha ha, Xia Ping, you can't see me, can you? Before absolute speed, do you feel helpless? Do you feel that no matter how hard you try, you can't hit me?"
A wild, smug voice rang out from midair. "Feeling helpless is only natural. This is the power of ultimate speed. No matter what methods you have, you'll never be able to stop me. If I want to, I can finish you in an instant."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
Streaks of silver flashed through the night sky, tracing silver trails like a vast net that blanketed everything, closing in step by step with peerless killing intent.
Wei Han was immensely pleased with himself as he freely displayed his speed. He did not want to finish Xia Ping so quickly. He treated this duel as a performance, using it to show everyone his strength.
After all, many people were watching this duel. He could use this opportunity to make a name for himself.
"Is that so? Why do I think your speed is only so-so? Nothing remarkable."
Xia Ping remained perfectly calm, utterly unmoved.
Although Wei Han was indeed incredibly fast, far beyond ordinary humans, as swift as lightning, before Xia Ping's Hell Golden Crow Eye, he was still painfully slow, his every movement visible with crystal clarity.
Yet these words completely enraged Wei Han. Speed was his proudest strength, and among the many disciples of the Primordial Sacred Land, only a few were faster than him.
But this brat actually said his speed was only so-so. This was outright contempt, something he could not possibly endure.
"Brat, you've completely angered me. You still dare to spout such shameless nonsense, saying my speed is only so-so? Today, I'll show you what true power is. Have you ever been kicked by lightning?"
Wei