The map was a vast, boundless expanse of barren desert. Howling winds kicked up sand and dust, severely limiting visibility.
The moment the battle began, Lin Ye didn't hesitate for a second. He exploded forward, launching himself like an arrow from a bow and taking the offensive!
It was the same simple, unadorned, yet masterfully perfected straight thrust!
The spear tip tore through the air with a sharp whistle, aimed straight between Qin Wushuang's eyes!
To the nearly one million viewers in the stream, the thrust was already the pinnacle of speed!
However…
Qin Wushuang was faster!
Just an instant before the spear tip could touch him, his figure blurred and vanished like sand scattered by the wind.
Lin Ye frowned.
It was only an afterimage.
A sharp gust of wind assaulted him from the left.
The real Qin Wushuang had somehow already appeared at his side.
"Too slow."
The taunting whisper reached Lin Ye's ears clearly.
Qin Wushuang held two strangely shaped weapons.
