"Baka!"
Fuma Ichiro's face turned green with anger. Despite using all his strength, he couldn't even touch his opponent's clothing, who was dodging left and right as if toying with him.
"Are all of you Chinese nothing but cowards who only know how to dodge?" Fuma Ichiro glared at Lin Chen with a horizontal blade.
Fuma Ichiro was immensely shocked. He was called Fuma because of his fast blade technique, yet the boy in front of him was even faster than the wind.
Throughout his career, he had encountered many formidable enemies, but under his fast blade, they were all powerless to resist. However, today Lin Chen's speed gave him a sense of defeat.
Fuma Ichiro fixed his gaze on Lin Chen, with an unprecedented seriousness in his eyes.
"What? With your speed, you dare call yourself the wind? I think you're more like a snail! The martial arts of your Island Nation are nothing more than garbage." Lin Chen said coldly.
