Clang!
Two cold lights clashed; Ye Xuan's sword struck the large cleaver, sending sparks flying everywhere. In the next moment, the middle-aged man swiftly retreated, nearly failing to keep hold of his weapon in hand.
"Good lad, you've got some tricks."
The middle-aged man's expression darkened, realizing he had underestimated Ye Xuan. This was only the first strike, and Ye Xuan had already parried it, almost causing him to lose his weapon.
However, he still didn't take Ye Xuan seriously, instead, a cold sneer grew in his heart. After landing a blow, the young man didn't seize the opportunity to hastily counterattack, which was utterly foolish. Had Ye Xuan reacted a bit quicker just now, he might have indeed been capsized into the gutter.
But little did he know, Ye Xuan wasn't slow to react; it was all intentional.