"Hmm." Chen Ye had a faint smile plastered on his face before making his move for an attack, the expression subtle yet laced with quiet menace, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He moved with blinding speed.
It was more like a flicker out of sight, and then appearing before Aaron, striking his sword downward in a fluid arc.
The blade cut through the void with a whisper, aimed to cleave with precision.
Aaron of course blocked the attack, a black sphere morphing from the black wristband on his hand into a sword just like Chen Ye's own.
The transformation was instantaneous, the clash of metals ringing out sharply in the unstable space.
Chen Ye withdrew his sword instantly and fluidly, his retreat as graceful as his advance, muscles coiling for the next strike.
He went for a stab quickly too, thrusting forward with lethal intent, but that too was easily parried by Aaron, their blades sliding against each other in a shower of sparks.
