Qi Hong, who had intended to intimidate Zhong Ming, was instead the one left stunned.
However, Qi Hong was a seasoned veteran. He quickly calmed his emotions. Unwilling to be bested, the aura around him grew even more terrifying, and he fixed his gaze on Zhong Ming, focusing his entire attention.
"To have such Swordsmanship at your age is impressive. You're very good. But that alone isn't enough to beat me..."
"SHING!"
As he spoke, his arm blurred, and he drew his sword in a sudden flash.
"SHING!"
The moment Qi Hong drew, Zhong Ming's pupils constricted, and he drew his own sword in response.
"SWOOSH..."
Two brilliant flashes of Sword Light erupted almost simultaneously. In the end, however, Qi Hong's sword was faster, stopping just before Zhong Ming's forehead and slicing off a lock of his hair.
With the blade hovering before Zhong Ming's forehead, Qi Hong's sharp reprimand cut through the air.
"Hesitation? Waiting? What do you think you're doing?!"
