Shen Fan's attack speed is still increasing. He doesn't believe it; on such a large arena, where can Shao Yuan possibly fly to?
He's convinced that no matter how fast Shao Yuan's movements are, they can't be faster than the whip's velocity.
Moreover, he has set up powerful turbulent waves throughout the entire arena. Could his opponent really traverse it as if walking on flat ground under the rolling giant waves?
So, Shen Fan is accelerating. He attempts to push his speed to its limit, in which case, when the Angry Jiao Whip launches a comprehensive attack, where can his opponent hide?
"Kid, hiding cowardly, what kind of skill is that? Come out, come out!" Shen Fan growled, his voice slightly manic.
Clearly, the repeated fruitless attempts made Shen Fan somewhat angry. It's not that he can't keep his cool, he just feels it's a bit humiliating.
He's already wielding the Angry Jiao Whip; shouldn't he have won easily? Why can't he crush this damned opponent?
