Bai Jinchen was fast, but the masked candidate in front of him was even faster.
So fast that Bai Jinchen's sword could not keep up at all.
The masked figure barely moved, yet every sword strike Bai Jinchen unleashed was effortlessly neutralized. The rhythm of Bai Jinchen's attacks was completely shattered, as if he were swinging his blade at empty air.
Too fast. Far too fast.
The masked candidate's figure seemed to split into countless afterimages.
One moment he was here, the next he was somewhere else entirely, elusive and unreal, like a wandering ghost.
No matter how sharp Bai Jinchen's swordsmanship became, no matter how tricky his angles were, no matter how terrifying the power of his sword arts, not a single strike came close to touching the opponent's clothing.
He could not even graze him.
And if he could not touch him, how could he possibly win?
