'So you want to fight up close?'
A cold, mocking sneer appeared on the Sword Cultivator's face.
'A Sword Cultivator of the Wansheng Sword Sect is adept at both long-range and close-quarters combat. Our mastery of the Sword Dao is divine. Why would I fear a melee?'
He instinctively twisted his wrist, changing his attack. The Flying Sword Inverse Scale in his hand—thin as a cicada's wing and radiating a cold light—flicked out like a striking viper. He abandoned his original killing thrust and instead slashed toward Xu Yunfan's neck.
The blade's edge cut through the air with a sharp, piercing shriek.
However, it was too late.
Xu Yunfan's fist had already been thrown.
The Sword Cultivator's expression changed drastically. He truly hadn't expected Xu Yunfan to be so fast.
The punch was silent, yet it carried boundless force and a violent thunderbolt power contained to its absolute limit.
It was simple, straight, and forward.
