"Li Qingshan, I didn't expect to be matched against you."
Fu Wu drew his long blade. His face remained cold and stern, but a trace of irrepressible excitement showed between his brows.
"Last time, you ambushed me and I died under Lin Fan's spear. That doesn't mean I'm truly inferior to you!"
"I know your Martial Techniques are exceptional. These past few months, I've also painstakingly trained in a C-rank Blade Art, all to wash away my humiliation!"
"Today, you're out of luck!"
"A few months? Painstakingly trained?"
Li Qingshan raised an eyebrow and stared at Fu Wu's confident face.
After confirming that Fu Wu was not joking, he slowly shook his head.
A few months, and he dared call that painstaking training?
He had lost to him four months ago, and now he wanted to turn defeat into victory?
"You're overthinking it."
The moment the words fell, Li Qingshan stomped heavily with his right foot and shot forward like an arrow.
Fast as the wind, swift as lightning!
"How is that possible?!"
Fu Wu's eyes widened as Li Qingshan's figure rapidly enlarged in his pupils.
That speed was enough to rival the Body Tempering Tenth Level.
A hundred meters vanished in the blink of an eye.
The two long blades left their sheaths one after another—Li Qingshan's first, Fu Wu's second!
The difference was only a dozen milliseconds or so,
yet those brief dozen milliseconds were like a Heavenly Moat!
The Thunder Pattern Blade skimmed past less than a centimeter above Fu Wu's blade.
No blade art, no technique whatsoever.
A simple horizontal slash cut across his neck.
A fine head flew into the air and fell to the ground!
"Opponent defeated. Current ranking: 10627. Continue matching?"
Li Qingshan sheathed his blade and stopped, looking at the