"Nonsense, many hidden masters would love to possess it."
"Then, the one in your hand couldn't possibly be a fake, could it?"
"You're asking for death!"
Instantly enraged, the Instant Mover lunged forward, arms flailing wildly. In an instant, the air filled with the light of blades and the shadow of scythes. There were even more formidable moves possible with the Reaper Scythe, but he had not yet mastered them. Otherwise, he would have killed Li Fei in seconds.
Learning from his previous mistakes, Li Fei chose not to strike rashly, knowing that even the most powerful moves could easily be neutralized by the passing of time and the shifting of space.
Instead, he shifted from defense to attack, waiting for the right moment. His body spun like a top, the Evil Exorcism Sword spinning outward like a windmill, picking up speed until his form became a blur, leaving dozens of afterimages in the air.
