Ye Chen's expression darkened after the first clash.
The shallow wound on his back burned as wind Qi circulated violently around his body. The currents sharpened, forming faint green streams that revolved around him like obedient serpents.
'Wind Affinity.'
Ye Jun watched him silently. He didn't rush forward to attack again.
In assassination, impatience killed more people than weakness. He had learned that long ago.
The gravity pressing down on them distorted movement slightly, but Ye Jun had already adapted. His breathing slowed, shoulders relaxed while his gaze fixed on Ye Chen's center of mass rather than the weapon itself.
Meihui had drilled many lessons into him during their training, and he remembered them well.
Wind users were quite deceptive. Their bodies never moved first; the wind did. They could control it according to their whims.
'He is strong.'
