"Are you ready?" Yalunte held his sword, standing across from Feng, and asked.
At this point, the crowd had already given them some space, and they were watching this duel between fellow disciples with great interest.
"Ready!" Facing her enemy, Feng's tone was always cold and murderous.
Yalunte was very satisfied with her attitude. He needed Feng to have this kind of attitude, for the duel to be meaningful. On this point, he had always felt that his own disciple and son, Ziang, was far inferior to Feng.
Yalunte took a deep breath, slowly adjusting his own breathing. He flexed his wrist a few times, trying to stretch his muscles and bones as much as possible.
Yalunte understood very well, facing Feng's Heart Eye Technique of over fifty meters radius, he stood no chance of winning. However, some arrangements beforehand helped him and gave him a glimmer of hope for victory.
