Lu Chengyan slashed his fan blade at Li Guanqi’s neck. To his horror, no matter how he swung, his blade always stayed three inches short of Li Guanqi.0

This lasted no more than a breath before the realization struck—Li Guanqi was retreating at precisely the same speed he was advancing.0

Li Chengyan furrowed his brow and twisted his wrist, angling his blade to slash at Li Guanqi’s shoulder instead.0

Li Guanqi, however, showed no concern. To him, Lu Chengyan was moving as slowly as an old lady back at Prosperity Village.0

He shifted his feet, slipping to Lu Chengyan’s flank. With a casual shrug, he let the sword box slide from his...0