The two men erupted into action nearly simultaneously. Chen Yuan closed his eyes to avoid the lime, and in the moment he fired the crossbow arrow, Han Feihu also felt a cold gust of wind and instinctively dodged to the side.
But the crossbow arrow still grazed Han Feihu's cheek.
"Heh, resorting to sneak attacks, Arrest Officer Chen? That's hardly the conduct of a gentleman!"
Han Feihu wiped the blood from his face, snorted coldly, and took several steps forward, slashing at Chen Yuan.
"Cling."
The saber in Han Feihu's hand was swept aside by Chen Yuan's sword. Then, supporting himself against a tree trunk behind him with his right leg, he drew back, gathered his strength, and thrust his long sword directly at Han Feihu's chest.
"Is throwing lime the act of a gentleman?"