Zhao Feng tightened his grip on his sword, his playful smirk now gone. He no longer saw Lin Xuan as just another weak opponent.

"You... you're not as weak as I thought," Zhao Feng muttered, his eyes narrowing as he recognized Lin Xuan’s growing strength.

Lin Xuan steadied his breath, his body still aching from the fight. But he wasn’t done yet.

The battle was far from over. And this time, he wasn’t just fighting to survive—he was fighting to win.

Zhao Feng took a step forward, his aura flaring with intense energy. "Let’s see how long you can keep up."

Without another word, he vanished.

Lin Xuan’s instincts screamed at him—Zhao Feng was faster than before!

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Clang!

A sword strike came from his left, but Lin Xuan barely managed to block it in time. The impact sent a shockwave through his arms.

Before he could recover, Zhao Feng was already attacking again, his movements sharper, deadlier.

Lin Xuan gritted his teeth. This wasn’t just training anymore. This was a true battle.

He couldn’t afford to stay on the defensive.

Summoning the power of the Heavenly Script, he took a deep breath and launched himself forward. His movements were smoother, his reactions faster—he was adapting.

Zhao Feng’s next strike came, but this time, Lin Xuan dodged at the last second. Spinning around, he countered with a precise palm strike, aiming for Zhao Feng’s side.

Bang!

Zhao Feng stumbled back, eyes widening in surprise.

"You’re learning fast," he admitted, rubbing his ribs where Lin Xuan’s attack had landed. "But let’s see if you can keep up when I get serious."

Lin Xuan didn’t reply. He didn’t need to.

Instead, he tightened his stance, his eyes sharp and unwavering.

The real fight was about to begin.