Yili's sword shuttled through the mist-like sword shadows, sometimes like a rainbow piercing the sun, directly stabbing at Li Fei's vital points with such speed that it left no time to react; other times like a spiritual snake emerging from its hole, launching a sneak attack from unexpected angles, so cunning that it was impossible to defend against.
Her swordplay was unpredictable, making it difficult to anticipate where her next move would come from, as if one were lost in a vast sea of clouds, unable to find a way to counter.
With extraordinary martial arts skills at a young age, it's no wonder Yili dared to be so arrogant in the Jianghu. In just one year since her debut, she had challenged dozens of schools in the Martial Arts world and had never been defeated—could she not be arrogant? At this moment, Li Fei's face gradually turned serious, with beads of sweat leaking from his forehead.
