Their so-called contest had, in fact, already begun. Yi Shuyuan used not the slightest trace of magical power, nor any Divine Ability or Immortal Arts. He advanced solely with martial footwork founded on Xiantian True Qi.
Of course, this footwork came from Yi Shuyuan's own martial insights, but if they were going to compete in martial arts, A Fei could not simply expect his opponent to go easy on him. He, too, had reached the Innate Realm, after spending years honing himself at Half-step Xiantian. If he could not even catch up, what was there to compete over?
At first, A Fei had only intended to find somewhere to begin exchanging moves, but gradually, he realized something was wrong. The senior ahead was getting farther and farther away!
Yi Shuyuan carried himself with leisurely grace, as though merely strolling along the official road, yet his figure seemed ethereal, even blurred. Wherever he passed, the morning mist swirled in his wake. His speed had already reached an extreme.
A sensation like an electric current swept through A Fei. Simply watching Yi Shuyuan recede into the distance actually made his hair stand on end.
Catch him!
A Fei clenched his fists, True Qi surging throughout his body. With a jolt of both fists, he shook loose his tightly bound cuffs. His long sleeves unfurled, no longer cinched up like those of an ordinary fighter in fitted martial attire.
His footsteps fell as densely as fine rain. After several dozen strides, A Fei leaped up and swept his long sleeves backward.
Whoooosh!
The sweep of his sleeves actually raised a gust of wind, stirring the morning mist as well and lending still greater speed to his lightness skill. His feet seemed to tread empty air, scarcely touching the ground as he raced onward,