Standing alone in the void, Duan Changkong's expression fluctuated between dark and light.
Just now, during that brief skirmish, the one who ended up at a disadvantage, suffering slightly, was undoubtedly himself.
But he did not believe that his strength was inferior to Chen Hai's.
After all, the sword he used to kill Fang Qingshan was just an effortless move.
And the swords that followed, used to fend off those Void Fist Shadows, were likewise hastily executed, his true power had not been fully unleashed.
Looking at Chen Hai below, he must have been hiding in the area for some time.
The punch he threw in front of Fang Qingshan was clearly premeditated, charged up for a long time.
Since ancient times, there's no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
One was fully prepared, the other was hastily reacting—Duan Changkong felt it was normal that he was just slightly inferior.
