"Is that all you can do?"
Lian Youming watched the platform beneath his feet with interest, his gaze on the opponent before him.
Peng Bubai moved in a peculiar way. Rather than face him head-on, he kept circling at the edge of his vision, his steps growing faster and faster, as though he were about to vanish right before his eyes.
Lian Youming's fierce eyes darted about, constantly pursuing his figure. Rather than retreat, he even advanced to the center of the platform and let Peng Bubai weave and circle around him. He had understood it now: this man's fighting style was unusual, quite unlike a martial artist's combat. He sought to attack from his opponent's blind spots and conceal himself in the darkness-this was unmistakably the approach of a killer, an assassin.
Interesting.
Worthy of the name Hidden Blades.
Fast, far too fast. Had his eyesight not been exceptional, he would probably have lost track of the man the instant he reached the top. Even so, he could only barely catch a fleeting blur, so fast it made one forget life and death.
This was Lian Youming's first encounter with such a fighting style. It truly was refreshing.
So refreshing that he even smiled and spoke.
"This martial world is fascinating. All sorts of wondrous methods keep emerging, along with extraordinary talents. Rest assured, I won't look down on you because we follow different paths, nor will I mock you for scheming against me. I can take you seriously... so use every means at your disposal and kill me."
Lian Youming did not speak loudly, yet everyone below the platform heard him clearly.
No one knew what he had encountered up there, but if someone was deliberately scheming against him, it could hardly be anything good.
Yet even so,