Upon hearing this, Ophelia's face remained frosty, yet a rare smile flashed at the corner of her mouth. She had heard about how outstanding Feng Yi was, but never expected him to be so agreeable. She said, "How about we have a duel?"

"Hehe, that sounds good," came the reply.

"Please follow me," Ophelia gestured. Being a royal knight, she was quite refined in terms of etiquette. In no time, they had reached the indoor fighting arena close by, which, despite being called an arena, was as vast as four football fields. This was actually a training venue specifically built for the elite Red Cloak.

It was currently a rest period for training, and the examining officers far away wouldn't limit the daily sparring matches of the soldiers. On the contrary, progress was made through such sparring, something highly encouraged in the military. However, the stern, age-old traditions against fighting and intrigue remained unchanged.

The crowd was very excited, having previously seen Ophelia's skills. In close combat, besides Sky Shadow, not even Cangmu Kuang Qi was necessarily her match. What excited them wasn't seeing how strong Ophelia was — they already knew that — but rather, they wanted to see the look on the face of this so-called impersonator after his defeat. Would he still appear indifferent?

The most upset at this moment was Cangmu Kuang Qi. She gave a deep sigh! She had wanted to challenge Feng Yi in other areas, but the icy-faced woman had gotten there first. No matter, even joking about fighting with Feng Yi... even her sister Cangmu Ling, who was a quasi-martial god, wasn't his match. What to speak of her? There was no chance of winning, unless Feng Yi himself slipped up mid-way...

But that wasn't going to happen. As they slowly entered the fighting arena, the spectators who had been watching the event from the periphery had all surged towards the other side.

Even the advanced officers and other military personnel were in high spirits and kept shouting as they moved to watch the excitement. In an instant, hundreds of people had gathered around the fighting arena.

For some reason, at this time, Ophelia had already become fond of Feng Yi. She liked men who were straightforward, and she gave him points for his warm and forthright demeanor. Ophelia chose a practice sword, smiled slightly, and asked, "Shall we start?"

"We can start anytime." Feng Yi dropped his arm movement, slightly bowed his body, and waited for his opponent to strike. He didn't use any weapons.

Ophelia performed a standard swordsman's salute, a mark of respect for her opponent. At this moment, her eyes were focused solely on Feng Yi. With a fierce stomp of her silver boots, Ophelia shot towards Feng Yi like a cannonball. Her speed was astonishingly fast. It seemed as if a blur had appeared in front of everyone, and the next moment, the two were engaged in close combat.

Clatter clatter...

Almost instantly, countless shadows of her sword danced around Feng Yi. A keen observer could notice that Feng Yi's feet never moved as he dodged, despite Ophelia's fast-paced attacks. In fact, his own dodging speed was even faster.

Ophelia was taken aback. Her usually unbeatable Thunder Fang attack was effortlessly dodged by Feng Yi just before it hit him. To the ordinary eye, it looked like Feng Yi was not moving at all, and the only one moving was Ophelia. She seemed to be hacking not at Feng Yi, but at an intangible image.

Despite not being able to see through Feng Yi's nimble footwork, everyone could guess why. It was because Feng Yi was too fast. His speed created an optical illusion of him not moving at all, as his feet returned to position almost instantaneously after dodging. As the battle went on, people started to notice two depressions on the ground due to his lightning-fast footwork.

At this point, Ophelia could just about catch Feng Yi's movements, although it was quite a stretch. She knew Feng Yi was strong, because Emily had given him a super S rating. How powerful was that? It was a power that far surpassed that of the martial god Cangmu Ling. When Ophelia first heard it, she thought Emily was trying to put her at a disadvantage. Nevertheless, she didn't hold a grudge against Emily. Since Feng Yi's victory over Cangmu Ling, she had started to believe it.

However, when she actually started fighting, she realized the vast difference in their capabilities, which could be described as heaven and earth. If her speed could be described as simply fast and her attacks somewhat routine, then Feng Yi was inclined towards insight. Every time just before she made a move, he would change his position and make minor adjustments. It seemed as if her every attack was purposefully cooperating with his evasion.Ophelia was growing more and more surprised the longer the fight went on; it was unbelievable. This feeling beyond comprehension excited her, a kind of excitement mixed with another emotion – maybe it was gratitude. Ophelia wasn't a fool; she knew Feng Yi was intentionally holding back.

There's a saying: not using one's full strength is an insult to the opponent. But once the strength reaches an unattainable level, fighting without holding back becomes a humiliation. On the contrary, humility is a quality of a real expert. At least in Ophelia's knightly creed, she has always upheld this principle.

At first, Sky Shadow paid no attention, but after witnessing Feng Yi's battle, his fists clenched so tightly that they crackled. The strength on display may already surpass his own. Damn it! This was infuriating!

LL, on the other hand, remained utterly impassive making it impossible to detect any emotion other than indifference on his face.

One swing, two swings, ten swings, twenty swings, a hundred swings... At this moment, Ophelia's attack frequency was gradually escalating, each slash and thrust embodying intricate patterns and tactics.

But, her opponent stood before her like an unshakeable mountain. Dodging, sidestepping, moving...Feng Yi's feet seemed rooted to the ground, standing immovable against her relentless onslaught. This display was inexplicable in physical terms and only when Feng Yi executed it, could it be glimpsed.

Everyone watching inside and outside the arena was doubting their own eyes. My God, was he really this powerful? They said God was fair, that when one person was gifted, something would be taken away. Like someone who is rich but dumb, or beautiful but brainless.

But Feng Yi was different. Due to his good looks, he was always considered a puppet in political dramas. However, the strength Feng Yi exhibited now was overturning the majority's perception. Beneath his modest and friendly manner was hidden such terrifying combat prowess. He was a tenacious, dark horse...

In just a matter of minutes, most of the people in the arena had completely changed their opinions of Feng Yi.

Ophelia was nearly exhausted, but it remained true that she hadn't even grazed Feng Yi's clothes. As time went on, as her attacks became increasingly rapid, even Feng Yi had to lift a finger to fend off her strikes. Using a single finger, he channeled his Storm Stance or simply used two fingers to ensnare the blade and then release it in an instant.

Finally, when Ophelia deployed her three hundredth maneuver, the climax of her repetitive onslaught – "Sun Piercing Rainbow" – she thrusted her wooden sword like a white beam straight at Feng Yi. The strike, after her ceaseless attacks, was imbued with a certain momentum.

Clang! Clang, clang, clang...

But what transpired next was simply unbelievable; the blade shattered inch by inch. It was impossible to comprehend the sheer power of Feng Yi's pincer-like fingertips. You couldn't tell whether it was due to the tactical gloves he wore or solely his strength. It was only when his fingers grazed Ophelia's petite hand did his movements entirely cease, fearing he might hurt her delicate hands had he exerted more force.

But it was only for a split of a second; under the effects of momentum, Ophelia almost lunged straight into Feng Yi's arms...

Feng Yi initially wanted to dodge. If he were to do so now, Ophelia would surely tumble. In a rush, he reached out and, accidentally, a soft roundness came under his hand.

Feng Yi thought, "Damn it," and quickly raised both hands to protest his innocence.

Even though he proved his innocence, Ophelia due to the force of her momentum, naturally fell into Feng Yi's embrace.

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