"What?"
Lin Ao's pupils contracted slightly, a look of astonishment appearing on his face for the first time.
He never expected that, in addition to his Swordsmanship, Fang Han's Body Technique had also reached such a high level.
But Fang Han seized the momentary opening when his spear thrust missed and its momentum was spent. In a flash, his figure flickered like a phantom, impossibly circling to Lin Ao's flank.
"SHIINNG!"
The Cyan Blade Sword transformed into a streak of cold, cyan lightning, slashing straight for the wrist of his spear-wielding hand.
The angle was insidious, the timing impeccable.
"CLANG—!"
Horrified, Lin Ao hastily brought his spear back to block, but he couldn't completely parry the blow.
The edge of the sword grazed him, leaving a long, thin gash from which droplets of blood began to seep.
"SWISH SWISH SWISH—!"
