As the voice faded, Jiang Chen vanished from where he stood, choosing this time to take the initiative.
Jiang Chen's black-robed avatar shot through the storm like a black lightning bolt, moving with precise calculation to dodge Jiang Wuhen's barrage of wind blades while searching for an opening to counterattack.
Seeing this, a cold smile touched the corner of Jiang Wuhen's mouth. He naturally understood Jiang Chen's intent, yet he felt no fear. Instead, a surge of excitement took hold of him, for this was the exact kind of battle he craved—a clash against a formidable opponent where every strike landed with flesh and every move meant life or death.
Chapter 332