He just gritted his teeth silently.
"It's just a Demon Path technique. If it were really used, who knows who would die first?
Even if they win, it'd be a dishonorable victory."
A young disciple of the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, his mouth covered with fuzz, retorted defiantly.
Demon Path technique?
Chen Ping squinted his eyes, carefully observing the two competitors on the stage. He saw that the senior disciple from Primordial Martial Arts Hall, named Zhang Gu, indeed had an incredibly strong physique, tall and burly, like a terminator.
Furthermore, the great sword in his hand swung with great force, stirring up gusts of wind, every move and technique solid and unyielding...
Although he attacked less and defended more, he showed no signs of defeat, appearing as if he would not lose.
