Those who could discern skill and those who couldn't were both present, but everyone could see that this sword strike was terrifyingly fast.
Yet Chen Yi remained completely still, as if he hadn't reacted at all. This scene, in the eyes of the crowd, was akin to courting death.
But in the next second, something astonishing occurred.
Just as Li Yingheng's sword was about to close in, Chen Yi's hand slowly raised his own sword. The movement was leisurely, akin to the delayed reflexes of a seventy or eighty-year-old man. Yet it was precisely this delayed reflex that caused Li Yingheng's expression to change dramatically.
He abruptly stepped left, his figure sank, and his sword was drawn back to defend his chest. Chen Yi's sword then steadily swung down into empty air.
