A glint of cold light sparked, and with a single sword, Wei Yu was forced back!
As bystanders on the road turned their heads, what they saw was Wei Yu, with his sword held horizontally in front of him, standing against a wall.
They couldn't help but hold their breath.
Wei Yu was no nameless warrior; he was recognized by the People of Qin as the world's number one Teng Long, the pride of Great Qin! His future was boundless, not limited to the present.
Yet now, in combat with an equal, he appeared to be at a disadvantage.
Who was his adversary?
"Good!" Wei Yu praised aloud once more.
"I long for the glorious era of Flying Swords, cursing my inability to reach it. Never would I have expected, in this day and age, to witness such ancient Flying Sword Techniques. This is indeed Wei Yu's fortune!"
He tilted his sword to the side and stood diagonally in front of himself, and with a stamp of his hind foot, he shot forward like a bolt.
