This inexplicable feeling vexed Zhou Fang. He furrowed his brow fiercely, his face twisting into a ferocious expression as he stuck out his tongue to lick the blood from his longsword.
This wasn't a random act; he was trying to exert terrifying psychological pressure on Chen Cheng.
But Zhou Fang discovered he was wrong. Chen Cheng completely ignored his provocative gesture.
THUD!
Chen Cheng strode forward, his heavy steps sinking deep into the hard-packed loess ground of the training field and sending out a dull, vibrating sound.
Chen Cheng didn't stop, charging straight for Zhou Fang. The long saber in his hand flowed through one move after another, whistling as it cut through the air, exuding a sharp, murderous aura.
His movements were slow at first, but they accelerated with each step until the tip of his saber was already slashing toward the vital point on Zhou Fang's neck.
Riding the Wind Technique! The saber's Riding the Wind Technique!
