Hearing Tang Yi's words, Nameless's eyes sparkled, but he quickly hesitated and said, "Do you really intend to take my sword strike?"
"But once my sword is drawn from its sheath, there will be no mercy."
"By then, even I might not be able to control myself from injuring you."
"You shouldn't joke with your life."
Tang Yi smiled and said, "Just strike with your sword, let me see just how fast your sword really is."
"Maybe I can even spot your shortcomings and give you a pointer or two."
Give me pointers?
Upon hearing this, a blaze of anger ignited in Nameless's eyes.
These words were an insult to him because there was no sword in the world that was faster than his.
Not to mention offering him advice.
"Take this!"
With a warning, Nameless left behind only an afterimage, then a flash of cold light.
Like a bolt of silk, the air itself seemed to be split as the cold light slashed towards Tang Yi's head.
