Yu Fei wasn't too bothered by Zhang Xunyi's provocation. The guy had always been like this. Still, he couldn't just let him act so arrogantly, so he called out loudly:
"Ghost Despiser, why are you hiding your face? Do you dare take off that mask and fight me? Are you that ashamed to be seen?"
SWISH!
Zhang Xunyi drew the longsword from his waist and pointed it at Yu Fei. "Cut the crap and fight!"
He found that he could never get the upper hand in a war of words with this guy, Yu Fei. It was infuriating.
As the referee shouted "Begin!", Zhang Xunyi's figure blurred, leaving a trail of afterimages. With his white robes and trailing sash, he was the very definition of flamboyant.
Yu Fei had already placed a mark on Zhang Xunyi's head, dead set on acquiring his talent.
