C161 Teach Ye Mingcheng

"First move," Zhao Xiaoqi stated with serene detachment.

Ye Mingcheng's wrist snapped into action, his dagger sweeping horizontally across Zhao Xiaoqi's neck, yet it only left a faint white line.

"Second move," Zhao Xiaoqi prompted once more.

Panic set in for Ye Mingcheng. Zhao Xiaoqi's resilience had exceeded his expectations