Two great pressures collided, emitting a deafening roar as gusts of wind howled and swept through the surrounding trees, causing them to rustle and shake.
"You damn brat, don't tell me you're naive enough to think that with your current strength, you can actually defeat me! That's simply delusional!"
Miyamoto Takeshi sneered coldly, his gaze sweeping over Ye Ling. Disdain filled his eyes; he had already reached the strength of a mid-level Saint!
"Boom, boom!"
Miyamoto Takeshi's figure suddenly blurred, his speed astonishingly tripling in an instant. With a flash, he appeared right in front of Ye Ling.
In his hand, Miyamoto Takeshi swung the katana viciously, its blade glinting with a faint chill as it slashed directly towards Ye Ling.
Seeing Miyamoto Takeshi's aggressive approach, Ye Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand met the attack head-on, clashing hard against Miyamoto Takeshi's blade.