Small Fry

Boom!

Jin An dodged again, his figure nearly brushing past the thunderbolt. He swung his long blade with the momentum, its gleam cleaving toward Imu like a gale.

Yet the instant that strike touched Imu, it was stopped by an invisible barrier. The blade halted less than half an inch from her chest and could not advance another fraction.

"Still too slow."

Imu's voice rang out again, filled with lofty indifference.

She raised a hand and struck toward Jin An's chest. Her power erupted like a mountain flood, accompanied by blazing thunderbolt force as it blasted directly at him.

A chill flashed through Jin An's eyes. His body instinctively retreated as he raised his long blade horizontally before his chest.

His movements were unbelievably fast, yet even so, he still could not completely evade that deadly blow.

Bang—!

The thunderbolt force struck the long blade viciously, and the immense impact sent Jin An flying.

His body rolled through the air several times before crashing heavily onto the ground. The earth beneath his feet instantly split open with a massive crack, dust and smoke billowing everywhere.

Jin An slowly rose from the ground, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Yet his gaze remained sharp as a blade, as though that strike had not shaken his resolve in the slightest.

He raised his blade and lightly wiped the dust from its edge, his eyes coldly fixed on Imu in the air.

"Is this your Ultimate Intent Technique?"

Imu said indifferently, her hands clasped behind her back, her posture elegant and unhurried.

"With only this much skill, you dare dream of becoming my enemy?"

Jin An did not answer, not even offering a single word of rebuttal.

His gaze remained calm as he slowly adjusted his stance, raising