"How about it? Is it fun?"
Pan Hao seemed to be quite amused, looking at Lin Chen with great interest.
Although Pan Hao was speaking, his hand was not idle; his left hand swung out when Lin Chen was slightly off guard.
In mid-air, it quickly condensed into a rather large fist.
Even though Lin Chen was in shock, his attention did not relax in the slightest.
At the very moment Pan Hao made a move, Lin Chen also reacted immediately. Such speed is undeniably fast.
With the Tianyan Ancient Sword combined with Wang Hao's sword techniques unable to break through that defense, and the attack gradually approaching, Lin Chen could only temporarily avoid its edge and find a way later.
His foot tapped lightly on the ground, and as he turned around, he withdrew the Tianyan Ancient Sword that had collided with the round stick. His movement was seamless, showcasing how many battles Lin Chen had experienced to be honed to such a degree.
