Fang Han's casual words were like adding fuel to a fire, instantly igniting the suppressed rage and humiliation within Lin Hu.
"Enough talk! Face my blade!"
Lin Hu roared, his patience completely gone. With a CLANG, the long saber at his waist flew from its scabbard, trailing a streak of blinding, cold light.
He stomped his foot, and the wooden stage groaned under the strain. His imposing frame was enveloped in a fierce and tyrannical aura as he pounced toward Fang Han like a Mad Tiger released from its cage.
The wind from his saber was sharp and piercing—it was the opening move of the Mountain-Breaking Saber Technique: Mountain-Splitting Stone-Shattering.
Compared to half a month ago, this strike was faster and more powerful. Its unyielding, forward-pressing determination was several degrees stronger, a clear sign he had been training relentlessly.
Fang Han did not meet this earth-shattering strike head-on.
