"You were only wary of the sword in my hand, but you never guarded against the one at my waist."
Ling Chen paused, then said lightly, "It's not that I didn't guard against it, but that I simply couldn't."
Lin Mo rubbed his aching neck. He felt dizzy, yet he got up from the ground and said, "I've lost! And I willingly admit defeat. Your swordsmanship is not only extremely clever, but it also possesses an aggressive edge, which you always keep hidden."
"Calling you the World's Number One Swordsman may be a bit exaggerated, but among those present, perhaps only Xue Jingfeng, the 'Ghost Killing Sword,' can compete with you in terms of swordsmanship."
"The Martial World is vast, and there are many experts. The younger generation is also filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. For people like us, all we can do is continuously explore and progress, rather than become arrogant and indulge in our minor achievements."
Ling Chen replied, his expression calm.
