Yàn Péngjūn transformed into a streak of lightning, charging toward Lěng Yè at an astonishing speed. Wielding long swords in all four of his arms simultaneously, he unleashed a chaotic storm of blade light that forced Lěng Yè to quickly retreat several steps to evade the ferocious opening onslaught.
Gripping his sword hilt tight, Lěng Yè swiftly adjusted his stance and slashed back in a counterattack. Yet Yàn Péngjūn's speed surpassed all imagination; he lightly stepped back, dodging Lěng Yè's blade. "Your speed is already far inferior to mine! Right now, you are nothing more than fish on my chopping board, just waiting to die!" Yàn Péngjūn roared with laughter, seemingly on the brink of victory.
This brief exchange filled Yàn Péngjūn with immense confidence. In his eyes, Lěng Yè's movements had grown abnormally sluggish, making him feel as though victory was already safely within his grasp. However, right as he was reveling in his triumph, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his two rear arms. They rapidly withered before violently snapping back to their original state. His smile froze. "Hm?" he muttered, looking down in bewilderment to inspect the extra pair of arms—they appeared completely fine.
Chapter 850