Dao of Fast-Slow

Tang Fan stood opposite Ye Yuan, but he had a solemn expression on his face.

"You're very strong. But I'll defeat you!" Tang Fan said.

Ye Yuan said smilingly, "You're very strong too. But you won't have a chance to beat me."

"Heh, how would you know without fighting?" Tang Fan said.

Without much nonsense, Tang Fan's figure moved explosively. Countless sword images instantly besieged Ye Yuan.

Tang Fan's quick-sword was fast until it made people feel asphyxiated.

His sword art completely gave up on technique, just for the sake of pursuing the extremities of speed.

Each sword was without any flashiness. The angle of striking with the sword, strength, everything and all of it was all in order to pursue speed.

Yet, this sword-speed of myriad swords in an instant did not even touch the corners of Ye Yuan's sleeves!

"T-Too terrifying! This Ye Yuan's strength is simply daunting until it makes people despair!"