A disciple from West Mountain watched Wen Qingye's departing figure and said to Luo Tang beside him, "Brother Luo, why did you concede just now? Wasn't there still a third move?"
"Yeah, from what I saw, you were only at a slight disadvantage on the second move. I think if you'd used a third move, Brother Luo, you might have had a chance to win."
Luo Tang stared at Wen Qingye's back with a profound gaze, shook his head, and sighed deeply. "That Wen Qingye is truly something else. During that second move, he was waiting for an opportunity the whole time. He only struck after finding a flaw in my Saber Technique, and his attack was ruthless, fast, and clean—no wasted motion. You don't understand because you weren't in the fight. Facing him, I felt this immense, oppressive force. His superb Swordsmanship and calm Heart Spirit were so completely overwhelming I could barely breathe. He's unlike anyone I've ever encountered. I don't think I had the courage left to face his third move."
