Riding on horseback, Du Chengfeng and He Xiqing gazed at each other from a distance.
This was the first time he truly saw this mortal enemy.
Even though he had seen He Xiqing countless times while sharpening the weapons of the prairie riders, it wasn't until this face-to-face encounter that he realized how superficial those memories were.
Only now, only when their eyes met, did he truly feel this strength.
"So strong..."
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but exclaim.
So when he saw He Xiqing charging over again, Du Chengfeng turned his horse without hesitation and dashed away.
Although directly engaging in a fierce battle would seem more courageous, he wasn't foolish enough to fight an unbeatable opponent. Swinging a blade at a strong enemy indeed signifies bravery, but knowingly fighting a losing battle only indicates a lack of sense.
Thus, when He Xiqing pursued, Du Chengfeng fled.
When He Xiqing stopped pursuing, Du Chengfeng turned his horse back.
