That blow ended in a draw.
However, to the two level fours, this was a humiliation.
A mere junior was able to suppress them completely.
"Kill!"
Zhao Yuqian shouted and charged towards He Yangsun.
He Yangsun's movements were even faster.
His offensive skills and armor control were both outstanding in one aspect: speed.
At this moment, with the help of the power of the Battle Armor, he had already turned into a breeze. The sharpness of his two sabers broke through the wind.
On the other side, the Battle Puppet's movements were also as fast as lightning. With every saber beam, its figure had already disappeared from its original spot.
They both utilized speed, their greatest advantage, to propel their strength.
He Yangsun's comprehension was indeed not bad.
He and the Battle Puppet attacked at the same time, turning into swirling gusts of wind that entangled Zhao Yuqian.
