"A scoundrel? I don't care, as long as I can beat you, that's all that matters." Ye Weiming effortlessly put his left hand behind his back, trying hard to hide his pain. He then spoke nonchalantly, "Again!"
His eyes were focused on the red-clothed girl in front of him, and his hands behind him started calculating again.
Feeling the intense threat unique to Daizong, the red-clothed girl's face instantly turned sour.
Ye Weiming's fighting style was plain and downright brutal, similar to those early video game actions where you would trade blood for blood.
However, even someone as skillful as the red-clothed girl was helpless against such tactics.
Every time she attacked Ye Weiming, her weapon hitting Ye Weiming would inevitably cause a momentary pause, as if a sword or a knife would get caught in an enemy's muscles in reality.
Even though this was only momentary, it gave Ye Weiming the perfect window for a lethal counterattack.
