These Guys Are Too Incompetent

Feng Fan soared through the skies on his borrowed sword, with more agility than a turtle. In five minutes, he had traveled a hundred meters, positioning himself right in front of the first tier 3 array.

Watching Feng Fan finally approach the first obstacle, a mischievous grin spread across Gao Xiaobo's face. 'This brat is about to suffer,' he thought, savoring the moment.

As Feng Fan neared the illusion array's boundary, Gao Xiaobo anticipated his inevitable collision. But just before he crossed into the array's perimeter, his sword made an abrupt ninety-degree turn to the right, neatly skirting the edge of the array. 

The maneuver was so precise that it almost seemed intentional.

Gao Xiaobo's eyes widened in surprise. 'What a lucky bastard!' he thought, his grin faltering. 'But luck can only carry you so far.'

Gao Xiaobo kept a close eye on Feng Fan as he approached another array, a high tier 3 killing array.