Yann Chuxue looked at the confident Wen Qingye, and her heart suddenly skipped a few beats.
SHING!
"Very well. I'll see if your strength is proportional to your confidence." Yann Chuxue drew her sword. The blade reflected a brilliant glint of light under the sun.
Many people stopped to watch the match between the two. For them, this duel was quite a novelty, and it piqued everyone's curiosity.
Just how strong was this newcomer? How many of Yann Chuxue's moves could he withstand?
After speaking, Yann Chuxue pushed off, her sword rushing toward Wen Qingye. The blade carried a layer of starlight that spread out, dazzling the eyes of the crowd.
"Star Chasing Moon!"
Yann Chuxue brandished her sword, which glinted with a shimmering, cold light. The Primordial Qi around the blade faintly distorted and warped. The speed of that single strike was phenomenal.
