BOOM—
A wave of blade energy cleaved a deep gash into the stone tiles of the ground.
The middle-aged monk scrambled to dodge the attack.
He rolled across the ground, picking himself up covered in dust.
But before he could even catch his breath...
Chu Zhengxiong's giant blade came chopping down at him once more.
Chu Zhengxiong's eyes were bloodshot.
He looked like a madman, possessed by a vow to not stop until the monk was dead.
Lin Yi sat on a stone bench, leisurely sipping his tea.
He watched the two of them fight back and forth in the courtyard.
After dodging several more strikes,
the middle-aged monk's eyes widened in fury. He gritted his teeth and snarled, "You're taking this too far! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
After speaking, the middle-aged monk's footwork shifted.
A series of afterimages gradually appeared around him.
In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Chu Zhengxiong.
