Feng Wuji arrived.
Ye Ming opened the door and saw Feng Wuji standing alone outside. He hadn't brought any of his subordinates with him.
"Your Excellency! May I ask your esteemed surname?" Feng Wuji cupped his fists.
At this moment, the aura he exuded was even more steady and profound than before. It seemed yesterday's battle had allowed him to advance further.
He had now entered the level of Martial King.
"Just call me Ye Ming!"
Ye Ming seemed unsurprised by the change in Feng Wuji's aura.
"I wonder why Brother Feng has been summoned here. How may I be of service?" Without excessive pleasantries, Feng Wuji got straight to the point.
"Brother Feng! Follow me!"
Ye Ming walked ahead, intending to lead Feng Wuji to a spacious area.
A moment later, they arrived at an open space. Ye Ming stood in front of Feng Wuji, looking at him with a serious expression. "Brother Feng, do you think you're..."
...fast?
Feng Wuji didn't know why Ye Ming would ask such a question, but he still answered truthfully according to his inner feelings, "Among my peers, I haven't met anyone faster than me!"
This wasn't arrogance, but a fact.
Yesterday, when facing Hei Hu, who possessed the cultivation of an early Martial King, he, merely at the late stage of Martial Master, had been unable to do anything to Hei Hu.
And the only thing he relied on was his astonishing speed.
Therefore, Feng Wuji had the capital to be proud.
"Then do you consider Brother Ye and I to be peers?" Ye Ming smiled faintly.
"This..." Feng Wuji looked at Ye Ming, sizing him up from head to toe, and finally nodded, "Brother Ye is naturally my peer!"
Strictly speaking, he was even two years older.
Ye Ming had received an immortal heritage at the age of ten, cultivated for eight years, and entered the mortal world for five years.
He was now only twenty-three years old.
"Very well! How about we spar a bit?" Ye Ming created some distance between himself and Feng Wuji, chuckling, "Let's compete in speed!"
"This..." Feng Wuji didn't understand Ye Ming's intention but didn't refuse, "How does Ye Ming wish to spar!"
Regarding speed, Feng Wuji was still very confident.
Although he couldn't understand the methods Ye Ming used yesterday, he didn't believe his speed would be inferior to Ye Ming's.
"Good! It's very simple!" Ye Ming pointed at himself and looked at Feng Wuji with a provocative tone, saying, "If you can touch the corner of my robe, you win. How about that?"
"What?" Feng Wuji wondered if he had misheard.
This wasn't provocation; it was outright contempt!
"Brother Ye! While I know you are very strong, to say that I can't even touch your robe seems to underestimate me!" Feng Wuji wasn't angry, but his tone conveyed his defiance.
"Come!"
Ye Ming wasted no words, instead beckoning him over with a faint smile on his lips!
"Alright! Then let me experience Brother Ye's skills!" Faced with such provocation, how could Feng Wuji remain unmoved?
With a light stomp of his foot, his body vanished from its original spot. In Ye Ming's vision, several afterimages of Feng Wuji appeared.
Yesterday, Feng Wuji had used this move to heavily wound Hei Hu.
Now, he wanted to use it to end the match decisively.
Looking at the constantly flashing afterimages before him, Ye Ming remained unmoved, still standing in his original position.
"Brother Ye, are your eyes playing tricks on you?"
At this moment, Feng Wuji's laughter echoed from all directions.
Clearly, he was trying to distract Ye Ming.
"If you don't make your move soon, you might not get another chance!" Ye Ming said with his hands behind his back, adopting the posture of a grandmaster.
"Good!"
As Feng Wuji finished speaking, his figure appeared behind Ye Ming's left. His right hand was less than half a centimeter away from Ye Ming.
At this moment, Ye Ming suddenly turned around, looking at him with a smile.
But the instant Ye Ming turned, Feng Wuji's figure had already turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished from his spot.
The feigned attack just now had been an afterimage.
"Hahaha! Brother Ye, you lost!"
The real Feng Wuji had already appeared behind Ye Ming as he turned.
He extended his hand and placed it on Ye Ming's shoulder, his face full of smiles.
It seemed the victory was already decided!
But the next second, his smile froze.
Because his hand on the shoulder felt nothing.
Then, before his eyes, Ye Ming's figure dispersed like a gust of wind.
"Brother Feng, can you find me?"
At this moment, Ye Ming's voice sounded from all around Feng Wuji.
But no matter how he sensed it, he couldn't find Ye Ming's true body, nor even an afterimage.
However, it wasn't that he couldn't find the afterimage, but rather, there was none.
Because Ye Ming's current speed had already surpassed the extreme limit of Feng Wuji's vision. Therefore, in his field of vision, there were no afterimages of Ye Ming.
*Slap!*
At this moment, Feng Wuji's shoulder was suddenly patted. But when he turned his head, he found nothing.
He hadn't even sensed anyone approaching him.
"I lost!" Feng Wuji said with a wry smile.
At this moment, he realized that his proud speed was actually so inadequate.
This time, he had lost completely.
Of course, he accepted it wholeheartedly.
One meter in front of him, a figure slowly began to materialize.
It was Ye Ming!
"Brother Feng, the reason I wanted to compete in speed with you was not to strike you down," Ye Ming walked towards Feng Wuji step by step, without a smile, his expression calm, "I just wanted you to understand."
"You are not fast enough!"
Not fast enough!
Yes, this was precisely what Ye Ming wanted Feng Wuji to realize.
"Ye Ming, thank you!" Feng Wuji cupped his fists and bowed to Ye Ming.
He naturally understood Ye Ming's words.
However, the sense of disparity in his heart was still somewhat difficult to accept.
A victory of overwhelming superiority had shattered all his previous pride. Not everyone could accept such a blow.
Ye Ming looked at Feng Wuji, offering no words of comfort.
He was waiting, waiting for the outcome he desired.
Similarly, Feng Wuji fell into silence.
But this silence didn't last long, only about ten seconds.
Feng Wuji raised his head, his eyes filled with determination and decisiveness. He took a step forward, then knelt before Ye Ming.
"Brother Ye, I want to become faster!"
Feng Wuji's voice was loud, expressing all the aspirations in his heart at this moment.
Indeed, after experiencing Ye Ming's ruthless speed dominance, Feng Wuji hadn't fallen into self-doubt. Instead, it had ignited his desire to become stronger.
He wanted!
To become faster!
And also stronger!
Seeing the burning passion filling Feng Wuji's eyes, Ye Ming smiled.
He hadn't misjudged the person after all.
The choice Feng Wuji had made at this moment was the answer he had been looking for.