"Continue."
His feather fan opened again, but this time, he did not use the illusion of mountains and rivers. Instead, he wielded the feather fan as a close-combat weapon.
A layer of silvery-white light glimmered over the fan ribs, and the fan's edge grew sharper. As it sliced through the void, it gave off a hissing sound, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.
He closed in, feather fan sweeping again and again, every strike precise and ruthless, aimed straight at Ye Lin's vital points.
Ye Lin raised his sword to block. The sounds of sword and fan colliding fell as densely as rain, echoing through the Boundary Sea.
The two moved at extreme speed, their figures stirring the gray-white mist into a massive vortex.
At the vortex's center, two figures crossed, collided, separated, then collided again. Every clash came with dazzling sparks and thunderous roars.
Helian Guhong's feather fan moved faster and faster, his techniques growing ever more tricky and sinister.
At times, he sliced with the fan's edge; at times, he jabbed with its ribs; at times, he threw the feather fan out, where it spun into a silvery-white ring and attacked Ye Lin from the side, while Helian Guhong himself took the chance to strike from the front.
Ye Lin's sword was as steady as a boulder.
No matter how Helian Guhong varied his techniques, Ye Lin's sword always struck after yet arrived before, precisely sealing off every attack.
Sword light wove an impenetrable net around him, blocking every one of Helian Guhong's attacks.
Helian Guhong's brow furrowed ever tighter.
He had already used half his strength, yet he still could not break through Ye Lin's sword net.
This man's swordsmanship was far deeper than he had anticipated.
It was not a matter of technique, but of