SZZZ! SZZZ!
As he drew his knife, a rich azure current surged around Yu Yue. This current was incredibly sharp, like saw teeth, twisting and splitting the air it contacted, emitting a hissing sound.
CLANG!
As his sword was drawn, Ling Chen's figure had already vanished. A whip-like sword light swept out, counterattacking head-on.
"Daring to compete with me in speed? You're overestimating yourself!"
Yu Yue was not surprised but pleased, a mocking look in his eyes growing deeper. Since he began his career, very few among the younger generation had blades faster than his. Nie Wu Xiang and Feng Piaoliu, for instance, were both top experts renowned in the Jianghu. For Ling Chen to dare compete with him in speed was like a moth to a flame, seeking his own death.
