"I am Feng San, also known as the Mad Sword!"
With his hands behind his back, Feng San looked at 'Divine Fist Judge' Xi Bitian with a hint of disdain and provocation: "Your Fist Intent is just barely passable, what is there to be proud of? With such meager skills, how dare you act presumptuously in front of the Master?"
"Feng San? I've never heard of you, but your tone is quite bold."
Xi Bitian squinted his eyes, his aura turning dangerously menacing: "Who are you to judge my Martial Arts? You and I might as well try it out, I won't necessarily lose to you."
Although he lost in the competition of Martial Intent, when it came to actual combat, he might not necessarily lose.
Xi Bitian's 'Hundred-step Divine Fist' excelled in long-range combat, and his movement technique was superb.
Before he stepped into Third Grade, many experts, with a cultivation far superior to his, had been gradually worn down and blasted to death from three to five miles away!
