"Such a sharp tongue. I'll teach you a lesson today, so you don't suffer for it out in the world!"
Chu Chong's expression turned cold. He knew that as a mere disciple, he had no right to critique the Sect's ranking system.
Stomping his foot hard, he pounced toward Fang Han like a fierce tiger, his short spear sweeping heavily toward him.
'Now!'
As Chu Chong's spear swept toward him, a sharp glint flashed in Fang Han's eyes.
The faint cyan Inner Qi in his body surged at an unprecedented speed. The Wind Momentum from his Perfection Level Startled Swan Step erupted.
SWOOSH—!
His figure seemed to blur for an instant as his speed suddenly increased several times over.
This was no longer the nimble evasion from before. Like a phantom, he moved with an angle and speed that far exceeded Chu Chong's expectations, easily bypassing the powerful sweep and breaking through Chu Chong's center guard.
'What?!'
