You were amazing.
You were pretty good.
You were so awesome, waaah.
Not bad. Decent enough.
These were different ways of saying it.
And now, by describing his speed as "pretty good," Lin Ke was judging it from a particularly lofty position.
"How dare you humiliate me like this!"
The Fire God Mantis's tone was icy as he raised his axe arms, seemingly ready to attack.
Then Lin Ke raised the Imperially Sanctioned Staff in his hand as well.
At the sight, red demonic aura lit up the Fire God Mantis's compound eyes. "Fine, let us..."
Yet in the next instant, Lin Ke flicked his hand, and the Imperially Sanctioned Staff chopped several hundred times within a single second.
"..." The Fire God Mantis instantly fell silent, nearly stopping in his tracks.
A hundred strikes in one second? No... two hundred?
How could anyone in the world move their hands that fast?!
Lin Ke was only in the Second Realm!
The strong did not need hand speed to defeat powerful foes. They devoted more of their efforts to studying the Dao.
For the weak, it was even worse. They could not improve their hand speed even if they wanted to train it. Besides, everyone was busy studying. Who would practice hand speed when they were not professional woodcutters?
Thus, the moment Lin Ke displayed his hand speed, he naturally frightened the Fire God Mantis.
The martial path?
No, that couldn't be it. His appearance clearly marked him as a member of the Daoist School!
In the Fire God Mantis's eyes, Lin Ke wore nothing but a turf skirt, his hair wild and unrestrained, clearly fitting the Daoist School's free and unfettered nature.
Yet Lin Ke also carried himself with a scholar's gentle refinement, along with a sense of scholarly