If it were him, Ye Xunhuan, would he give his enemy a chance at a fair fight?
Probably not!
After all, if you can kill your enemy with a single move, nobody's going to bother using a second; likewise, if you can absolutely crush the opponent with overwhelming advantage, no one's willing to throw away that absolute edge.
Seeing Ye Xunhuan fall silent, Lin Yuhai spoke again: "See? Even you wouldn't do it. So how could you expect me to?"
As he spoke, Lin Yuhai lifted his foot, about to step down on Ye Xunhuan.
Ye Xunhuan had been guarding against Lin Yuhai all along; the instant Lin Yuhai's right foot lifted, he sensed it. He directly did a lazy-donkey roll, rolling to the side and dodging away.
After dodging aside, Ye Xunhuan forced himself to endure the pain tearing through his body and leapt up from the ground. At the same time the sword in his hand slashed out toward Lin Yuhai, trying to force him back.
The imagination is beautiful, but reality is brutal!
