Chapter 98: Condensing Wind into Blades

The elder's expression was solemn.

Though the two disciples he brought weren't elite members of their sect, their movement techniques were still exceptionally remarkable, and quick-drawing was their forte.

However, before Ding Fan, even before the disciples could show off their quick-drawing skills, they were already upended. What made it even more embarrassing was that Ding Fan hadn't used any sophisticated martial skills; he simply used speed to achieve victory.

For a quick-draw expert to be defeated by speed was an immense disgrace.

"I originally wanted to give you a quick end, but now it seems impossible," the elder said in a low voice.

"This place is too cramped to move freely, how about we take this outside?" Ding Fan said, appearing unconcerned.

The elder had no objections; the commotion here was too great, and it would be problematic if it attracted the police.

"No problem," the elder snorted coldly. "But don't think about playing any tricks and escaping."