140. Envoy from Xiling
On the stage, two individuals, their movements nimble, were locked in a fierce struggle. Ye Li's three-foot sword, like a venomous snake, repeatedly struck at Chen Yun's vital points. Chen Yun, undaunted, wielded his long spear with impeccable defense, creating a temporary stalemate. Ye Li observed the solemn-faced young officer before her, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her long sword transformed into an icy arc of light, streaking towards Chen Yun's face. Chen Yun hastily swung his spear to parry, but he saw the sword, initially aimed straight for him, suddenly shift course mid-flight, gliding along the shaft of his spear. In his brief moment of surprise, Chen Yun felt a chill on his neck; Ye Li's sword tip was already at his throat, her other hand firmly gripping his spear.
Ye Li arched an eyebrow, smiling. "Colonel Chen?"
