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It's quite common for the two sects to be in such a situation.
Being one of the Four Great Sects, the disciples are bound to be competitive, leading to inevitable friction.
The sects must control the intensity and scope of this friction; otherwise, they would have clashed countless times already.
Wan Bicheng was half-convinced: "If I master this sword technique, can I truly surpass Brother Meng?"
Chu Zhiyuan laughed and said: "The subtleties lie in focused execution; merely mastering it may not be enough."
Wan Bicheng said: "Well, there's at least a glimmer of hope; otherwise, Brother Zhao is bound to lose."
Zhao Rongfei suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
He gave a deep bow to Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand with a smile: "This is a sword technique I stumbled upon by chance. When fighting, if it's not a life-or-death duel, it's best to switch to a wooden sword or one without a sharpened edge."
