That Li Xinghui specialized in unorthodox sword techniques, excelling in offense.
If he couldn't defeat his enemy in a short amount of time, then he was certainly the one to be defeated.
In terms of defense, Gang Qi, and other aspects, this Li Xinghui was much lower than others at the same level, except for his attack, which was outrageously high.
Fighting with such a person, one absolutely must avoid their edge, otherwise, it's normal to be defeated in one move.
"You're called Li Xinghui, right?"
Suddenly, not far away, Ling Chen smiled and turned towards the Li Clan's pavilion to ask.
"Exactly!"
Li Xinghui felt like an unsheathed sharp sword, his voice carrying a chill.
"I heard that last year, you defeated the other three young masters with one move, but that was because I wasn't there. This year's contest among the young masters will definitely show you how formidable I, Ling Chen, am!"
