Although Lu Yu was only a Three-Ring Soul Master, with his outstanding movement technique and exquisite soul skills, he was actually able to fight Zhang Fang, a Four-Ring Soul Sect Master, to a standstill.
"Good! Good! Junior Lu Yu, you really have some skill!"
Zhang Fang shouted his praise as he attacked, his tone filled with admiration and respect.
Lu Yu did not respond to his praise. Instead, he focused entirely on dealing with Zhang Fang's attacks.
He could not let down his guard yet. If Zhang Fang found an opening, the consequences would be unimaginable.
After exchanging more than a dozen moves, Lu Yu gradually figured out Zhang Fang's attack patterns.
Seizing an opportunity, he suddenly flashed aside, dodging Zhang Fang's heavy blow. At the same time, he threw a backhand punch, smashing it heavily into Zhang Fang's back.
"Bang!"
Zhang Fang staggered from the blow and nearly fell from midair.
He steadied himself, disbelief written across his face. "You... how could you possibly hit me?"
Lu Yu smiled faintly, his tone carrying a hint of mockery. "You think you're fast? Hmph. In my eyes, you're nothing special."
Zhang Fang's face darkened at those words, and he launched another attack.
However, this time, his attacks were no longer as sharp and swift as before.
Lu Yu seized the chance and launched counterattack after counterattack, gradually gaining the upper hand.
"Senior Zhang Fang, you should just admit defeat!"
Lu Yu shouted as he attacked, his voice carrying a trace of pride and confidence.
Zhang Fang was infuriated upon hearing this.
He gritted his teeth and attacked again.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free of Lu Yu's suppression.
During the fierce exchange, Lu Yu kicked Zhang Fang in the chest, sending his entire body flying