A flash of sword light! A fine sword! Lu Lin's thoughts couldn't keep up with its speed, but his Star Skills could. Stone Skin. Evasion. Perception.
Lu Lin felt a sharp edge whistle past him. The passing blade left a stinging sensation, as if his skin had been sliced. An inch-long gash opened on his left arm. Lu Lin, however, had already moved two meters away.
"Interesting," the artist chuckled.
Lu Lin retreated rapidly.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
Sure enough, just as Lu Lin took a step back, the artist's long sword arrived where he had just been standing. Its tip aimed precisely at his throat.
Only then did Lu Lin get a clear look at the artist's long sword. It wasn't a traditional Hua Xia blade but resembled a Western fencing foil—thin, straight, and with a flexible blade that could bend ninety degrees into an arc.
Lu Lin still hadn't seen where the artist had drawn the sword from.
