The swordsmanship that Lan Yu cultivated was a mediocre swordsmanship known as Yunfeng Swordsmanship among the third-rate.
With a swift twist of his wrist, his sword swung so fast that it cast a light, like a gust of wind enveloping Shi Xiaole from all directions, leaving him no room to advance or retreat.
Shi Xiaole could see that this was only a feint. If he was startled and moved his feet haphazardly, it would indeed provide Lan Yu with an opportunity.
Using the Floating Step under his feet, Shi Xiaole still resorted to the Hundred Flowers Fist Technique.
"An overconfident fool."
Lan Yu was infuriated.
Did this kid think he was Song Xian, planning to beat him barehanded?
Lan Yu's eyes were cold, and his sword strikes were faster one after another. Indeed, after just over ten moves, Shi Xiaole was pushed to a disadvantage.
"Shi Xiaole is going to lose."
