"Hmph! I've long heard that Xu Hao's speed is incredibly fast, often relying on it to achieve spectacular feats and making it impossible for opponents to track his movements. Seeing it now, it's indeed true!"
Lu Zhantao snorted coldly and said, "Unfortunately, I'm specialized in dealing with opponents like you who are too fast!"
Xu Hao's voice drifted from somewhere not far away, uncertainly: "Specialized in dealing with fast opponents? I'm curious to see what means you have."
It was the first time Xu Hao heard someone claim they were specifically skilled at countering speed-driven experts.
Lu Zhantao laughed immediately: "Hmph! Haven't seen much, have you? Since you haven't, I'll open your eyes today!"
He snorted coldly, then took out a disc-like object from his chest.
When Xu Hao saw the object, his eyes froze; he felt it indeed had some peculiar effects. As Xu Hao looked at it, he found himself seemingly captivated, unable to tear his gaze away.
"This thing is interesting."
