'I only said those goading words because I genuinely hoped Chen Jun would put up more of a fight. Otherwise, what damn chance would I have at a breakthrough?'
After a brief moment of shock, Chen Jun sensed the danger and quickly abandoned his sword, retreating.
Zou Feng, however, casually tossed the Li Huo Sword to Chen Jun's feet, striking a pose as if waiting for him to get serious.
A moment later, Chen Jun took two deep breaths, in no hurry to pick up the Li Huo Sword.
"So that's how it is... No wonder Junior Brother He fell to you..."
"That was indeed a poor display on my part..." As he spoke, Chen Jun formed his fingers into a Sword Point and thrust it toward Zou Feng with deceptive speed.
"Well then, how about this move!?"
With that one thrust, countless "Fire Swords" materialized around Chen Jun, surging toward Zou Feng like a torrent.
But that wasn't all. Chen Jun formed a Sword Point with his other hand and gestured toward Zou Feng.
