Michael's reflexes were faster than the speed of the youth's sword.
With a thumb pressed against his middle finger, he concentrated his inner energy at his fingertips before flicking it at the blade.
Ding!
Accompanied by a sharp, echoic sound, the trajectory of the sword held by the youth deviated in an instant, inducing both the youth and his sword to stagger a few steps to the rear right side.
The youth halted his steps and gazed at Michael in shock and rage.
His sword-gripping right hand bore a tear at the web.
The scene was reminiscent of a prior situation.
The difference lay in the fact that the one at a disadvantage now was this youth, who appeared from nowhere.
Compared to the earlier encounter, Michael, who had previously dominated Tu Yumen Xuezi, seemed more relaxed this time.
“Now, don’t you think it’s about time you tell me your name?" Michael hooked up the corner of his mouth, asking with a smile.
The expression on the young man’s face turned grave.