C97 (2/2)

”Haha, Pan Xing, if you can't, go home and drink some milk. If you like animal milk, I can send someone to bring some for you.” Pu Dong seemed to have resurrected on the spot as he placed his hands on his hips and laughed maniacally towards the sky.

Pan Xing was so angry that his entire body was trembling. The corners of his mouth were twitching, and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

”Swoosh!”

Pan Xing's figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood. His illusory steps continued to activate, causing numerous afterimages to appear on the arena. It was as if he had completely merged into the air, and everyone could only hear a series of footsteps and sharp sonic booms. It was the sound of blades slicing through the air.

”Damn, even with such a fast movement technique, I can't see him anymore …”

”I'm really speechless. If I can't see, how can I still fight …”

”Spare me, my head hurts …”

”…”

The eyes of the crowd in the audience widened. Even though their true essence was surging to their eyes, they still couldn't see Pan Xing's movements clearly. They simply couldn't keep up with his footsteps.

You had no idea where Pan Xing had come from, nor where he had attacked from. With such a fast movement technique, he was already powerless before the eyes. The perception of ordinary martial practitioners was nothing more than a blur.

Would Ling Yan be able to see Pan Xing's movements?

Pan Xing appeared behind Ling Yan in a flash. He laughed sinisterly, raised his long black saber, and slashed it towards Ling Yan's head. The blade was as fast as lightning, and it was completely silent.

Pan Xing wasn't worried about killing or crippling Ling Yan because there were examiners watching the Crimson Nimbus Martial School. However, if the examiners made a mistake, it would be for the best.