Low gasps of surprise rippled through the banquet.
"Late Stage of Third Grade... no, she must have reached the Late-Stage Third Grade Limit! She could break through to Second Grade at any moment!"
"So this is her true strength!"
"I wonder if Fang Han can win?"
Before the murmurs had died down, Fang Han moved.
He didn't draw his sword, merely turning slightly to the side.
The ten silver-white claw strikes practically scraped past the hem of his robes. The fierce wind from the attack carved several shallow white gashes into the ground behind him.
Yang Yuan's attack missed, but her follow-up was incredibly fast.
She retracted her left claw and swung her right one upward, aiming straight for Fang Han's chin.
The attack was fast and vicious. Before the blades of her claw even arrived, the sharp wind it generated sent the hair on Fang Han's forehead fluttering backward.
Fang Han still didn't draw his sword.
