Amidst the howling wind, Gu Zhan leapt down from the low building, both hands gripping the saber hilt. That strike pierced through the night sky, leaving a distinct hue amidst the snowy night.
As that saber fell,
Yao Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Only First Grade!"
In that instant, his heart surged; shock mingled with a sense of reassurance!
Only First Grade, nothing more!
In that moment, a faint luminous glow spread from his palm—this was Innate True Qi, or one could call it Innate Gang Qi.
He struck directly at Gu Zhan with his palm,
Of course, he had no intention of meeting that saber with his bare flesh; even as an Innate Martial Artist, even as confidence settled in his heart—"even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit"—he wouldn't underestimate this Martial Artist who looked so young, younger than even his own son.
