If Chen Cheng were only a Great Success Blade Master at the Great Success in Skin Grinding Realm, he would have been riddled with wounds and long dead.
An hour later, Mu Xiaowan was drenched in sweat. Although her Short Sword hadn't so much as grazed Chen Cheng's clothes, she felt she'd never had such a satisfying fight.
"Brother Cheng, you're too strong," Mu Xiaowan said with great solemnity, sheathing her Short Sword.
"Sigh..." Chen Cheng also sheathed his Long Saber, let out a long sigh, and said with a serious expression, "Xiaowan, your Sword Techniques are not only sharp, but also ruthless and decisive. If I were any weaker, I'd be a dead man by now."
"Brother Cheng, I knew I couldn't hurt you, so I just went all out with my Phantom Sword Technique." Mu Xiaowan offered an apologetic smile, then asked expectantly, "Brother Cheng, how do you think my Phantom Sword Technique is coming along?"
