He didn't want his ranked journey to become a boring series of games where his opponents surrendered the moment they entered.
Lin Ye clicked "Match" again.
This time, his matched opponent was a female assassin wielding two daggers, who looked incredibly agile.
Rank: Silver III.
[Battle Start!]
This time, his opponent wasn't scared into surrendering.
The instant the countdown ended, her figure flickered, transforming into an afterimage as she cut in from an extremely tricky angle toward Lin Ye's rear flank.
She was fast—definitely an expert among ordinary prospective Martial Artists.
But to Lin Ye's dynamic vision, her every move was like a slow-motion shot, slowed down tenfold.
Riddled with openings.
Lin Ye didn't even move his feet.
He just flicked his wrist.
The black spear in his hand, though launched second, struck first.
