A Battle Between Martial Artists

"Seeing the way you're talking, and the way you're threatening this lady... If she isn't trying to frame you, aren't you killing her to avoid the truth from ever being discovered?".

Just as Hidden Lurker was speaking, a familiar voice rang behind him.

He looked behind and turned pale instantly.

"How could it be?" he gasped, seeing that Wang Yu was smiling, his health had not dropped by a bit.

"I clearly hit you! Was it a clone? Impossible! I saw the white light!" he said in disbelief.

For a veteran like him, it was impossible to misjudge a strike, this confused him to the extreme.

Wang Yu smiled, "And you call yourself a mage, don't you know that flash's light is white as well?".

"…".

He had forgotten about Wang Yu's ability to use flash in his moment of excitement.

"So what?" he said as he pointed his staff at Little Meng with the sound of cackling lightning.