"Dare to compete?"
Jin Feiyan looked at Zhao Yu with a smile that was not quite a smile.
The confident light shone brightly in her lively eyes.
Zhao Yu's expression darkened slightly; as a disciple of the Tianjian Sect and someone who was extremely skilled at speed using movement techniques, he had earned the appreciation of Yang Kun, who had specially brought him to participate in the contest for the first incense offering. In his eyes, taking the competition lightly was out of the question.
In his opinion, within the same realm, no one could surpass his speed.
But now,
this little girl Jin Feiyan dared to disregard him completely, which caused Zhao Yu's face to look extremely ugly as he sneered, "Afraid? Not in the slightest."
"You've got some guts, but don't cry when you lose later," Jin Feiyan said with a twinkle in her eye, her tone mocking.
"Ridiculous, me, cry?"
Zhao Yu let out a cold snort and made a throat-slashing gesture.
