A gust of wind whistled past Lu Qingshan's ears.
After Ying Jie retreated half a step, he advanced once more, punching out again.
Even though it had been a long time since he settled a duel purely through moves and engaged in brawls, Ying Jie adapted very quickly.
Two millennia of extensive training had honed his combat instincts to a terrifying level, far from mere lip service.
Here, Lu Qingshan twisted his calf, dodging the punch's shadow, and lightly flicked the Demon Suppressing Sword towards Ying Jie's throat.
Ying Jie seemed to sense it, intuitively reaching out to grab the sword, directly seizing the blade in his hand.
Lu Qingshan's eyes turned cold as he forcefully twisted the sword.
A green light reappeared.
Blood Beads shot from Ying Jie's hand.
But this move by Ying Jie wasn't completely meaningless.
Though pained, forcing him to release his left hand holding the sword edge, his other hand had already formed a fist, blasting towards Lu Qingshan.
