"I'm afraid you don't have what it takes!"
Hearing Yan Xun's threat, Ye Fan's killing intent intensified.
"You're only strong in body. True masters make their name with the sword."
Yan Xun immediately drew his blade. His movements were so swift that his sword was back in its scabbard in the blink of an eye. In that same instant, a corner of Ye Fan's clothing was torn away.
"This time it was just your clothes," Yan Xun said. "The next cut will be for your head."
Ye Fan didn't respond. As a light breeze passed, Yan Xun suddenly found himself unable to speak. A single strand of his hair drifted down, having been severed into three perfect segments that landed in a neat, straight row before him.
This display of skill was an undeniable act of intimidation.
