"Fine by me," Lin Shen said indifferently upon hearing him rationalize such an unscrupulous act as if he had done a great deed. He was too lazy to waste any more words on him.
"Have you really thought it through?" Ximen Swordsman asked, elated at the response.
"I've thought it through. As long as you can defeat me, take whatever you want," Lin Shen said, drawing out the Death Powder and pointing it at Ximen Swordsman.
"Then it's a deal," Ximen Swordsman didn't waste words, and thrust his sword directly at Lin Shen.
His sword was fast, and its blade was thin, not suitable for hacking but for thrusting, aiming purely for speed.
His sword might be fast, but Lin Shen's spear was faster and even longer.
Ximen Swordsman's sword couldn't touch Lin Shen; the spear was already in front of him, forcing Ximen Swordsman to dodge and try to close in.
Lin Shen's spear missed, and as Ximen Swordsman managed to close the distance, it seemed Lin Shen was out of good options.
