'I survived?'
Chu Mu stood rooted to the spot, dazed. He stared at the jagged nicks marring the blade of his sword, his mind still replaying the scene of clashing steel.
His improvised Hanging Ball Array had been child's play against such a furious, storm-like assault.
Chu Mu could hardly believe he had actually managed to survive an attack like that!
Looking again at the chaotic, noisy scene in the dense woods, Chu Mu was suddenly struck by a feeling of dissociation, as if a lifetime had passed.
"Brother Mu, Brother Mu!"
Xu Yuan hurried over, sword in hand, his face etched with worry.
"I'm fine."
Chu Mu's gaze remained fixed on the heavily nicked long saber in his hand. He counted them: eight nicks.
That meant that in the space of a few short breaths, he had exchanged eight blows with that young boy!
