"Fine, I want to see if you will still be able to say that later." Han Yu sneered, his wrist flicking lightly and the scabbard immediately shot out, nailing into a pillar outside the arena, penetrating three inches deep.
This single move alone elicited exclamations from the audience on site.
At a distance of nearly twenty meters, Han Yu was actually able to shoot the scabbard into the pillar. This was no longer just a display of wrist strength, but a mastery of Inner Strength that was nothing short of perfection.
Looking at the Longquan Sword in Han Yu's hands, Ling Chen's brows furrowed slightly, as his gaze slowly shifted onto Han Yu.
"Prepare to die!"
With eyes wide open in anger, Han Yu let out a fierce shout, without the slightest hint of warning, instantly sprung from the spot, flying more than a meter into the air, his sharp Longquan Sword pointing straight at Ling Chen's brow, the sword momentum swift and unstoppable.
