Ye Wushuang stopped in his tracks. He suddenly spun around, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the one-armed Ye Feng. "You want to challenge me?"
"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time," Ye Feng said, glaring at Ye Wushuang with pure venom.
"It seems you've healed your scar and forgotten the pain," Ye Wushuang sneered. 'He's already forgotten the agony of losing his arm!'
"You bastard! Die!" With his sore spot poked, Ye Feng's face turned glacial. With his one remaining hand, he brandished a longsword and lunged forward. Sword Light flashed and Sword Aura surged as killing intent radiated from him.
Get back!
With a heavy grunt, Ye Wushuang activated Floating Light and Shadow. He moved like a phantom, like a beam of light. A large palm followed in his wake, instantly slapping Ye Feng away.
STAGGER! STAGGER! STAGGER!
Like a drunkard, Ye Feng stumbled back to the edge of the dueling platform.
'This...'
