Chu Yan turned to Su Ming with a grin. "Brother Ming, it looks like it's our turn to fight. Are you ready?" He stretched his arms, his body tense with anticipation as he prepared for their match.
Su Ming managed a bitter smile, his eyes reflecting a trace of desperation as he spoke. "Haha, Brother Yan, we can certainly fight, but please don't take my words too seriously."
"ok, fine, I won't beat you at the head." replied Chu Yan helplessly.
Hearing this, Su Ming immediately excited," Let's fight then!"
The referee who in charge of the match have dark face. I'm in front of you, yet you still dare to strike a deal?
Shake his head, the examiner raised his hand, signaling the start of the match. "Begin!"
Su Ming moved with a burst of speed. His sword flashed as he unleashed the Gale Wind Sword technique, his blade cutting through the air with sharp, precise movements.
Chu Yan observed his companion's approach with a calm demeanor. Instead of reacting immediately, he allowed Su Ming to close the distance, letting his friend's strikes come dangerously close. With his mastery of basic movement at its peak, Chu Yan shifted just enough to avoid the blade, his motions fluid and effortless, like a leaf drifting on the breeze.
"Come on, Chu Yan!" Su Ming shouted, his voice filled with both frustration and excitement. "Stop dodging and fight me for real!"
Chu Yan chuckled softly, finally drawing his sword with a fluid motion. "Alright, Su Ming, let's see how you handle this."
With a swift flick of his wrist, Chu Yan parried Su Ming's next strike, their swords clashing with a sharp metallic ring. The force of Chu Yan's parry sent a shockwave up Su Ming's arm, and he staggered back slightly, eyes wide with surprise at the strength behind Chu Yan's seemingly effortless defense.
Instead of pressing the attack, Chu Yan held back, allowing Su Ming to regain his footing. Su Ming gritted his teeth and launched into another series of attacks, pushing his Gale Wind Sword technique to its limits. His strikes came faster and more forceful, the air around them swirling with the energy of his technique.
Su Ming gritted his teeth and launched into another series of attacks, pushing his Gale Wind Sword technique to its limits. His strikes came faster and more forceful, the air around them swirling with the energy of his technique.
But no matter how fast or strong Su Ming's attacks became, Chu Yan met each one with the same relaxed ease, his sword moving with minimal effort yet producing maximum impact.
"Not bad, Su Ming," Chu Yan said, his tone light and teasing. "But you'll need more than that to keep up with me."
Su Ming growled in mock irritation, but there was a smile on his face. "You're holding back, Chu Yan! I know you are! Stop playing around and fight me seriously!"
Chu Yan's eyes twinkled with amusement. "As you wish."
With that, Chu Yan's aura soars. He no longer merely parried Su Ming's strikes; he began to increase his speed as his blade swung toward Su Ming's shoulder. This increase in speed makes Su Ming stunned. He immediately parried with Chu Yan's sword.
But the power behind the sword made the floor below Su Ming's feet crack. Seeing the situation become bad, Su Ming immediately retreated a few meters back.
"You're really a monster, Brother Yan. I thought my intense training should at least keep up with you," sighed Su Ming.
Chu Yan's aura surged, his presence growing formidable as he revealed his fourth-layer martial artist prowess. As he stepped forward, he glanced at Su Ming. "You're indeed impressive, Brother Ming. Your strength has far surpassed what it once was. But despite your progress, I still must win this battle."
Before Su Ming could even speak, Chu Yan instantly disappeared. Without Su Ming noticing, there is a blade only 1 centimeter from his neck.
"I win, Brother Ming." said Chu Yang behind Su Ming.
" I lost," said Su Ming as he raised his hand.
The referee immediately raised his hand, "Winner : Chu Yan!"
The crowd erupted in applause, their cheers echoing through the hall. As they left the ring, Su Ming said to Chu Yan,You really don't hold back, don't you, Brother Yan?"
"You asked for it. Good thing I didn't hit you that much, right?" teased Chu Yan.
The referee's voice rang out over the arena. 'Ouyang Feng and Lin Chen, please prepare for your match.'