After winning easily, Chen Ze's face showed no sign of joy. He remained cold-faced as he left the stage with the famous sword in his arms.
Not pleased by external things, nor saddened by oneself.
Chen Ze walked out of the arena with a calm expression. For him, who is pursuing the pinnacle of Sword Dao, such victory is insignificant. At this moment, he is still immersed in thoughts and insights about swordsmanship.
"When I attacked just now, there were three subtle details in my technique that can be adjusted slightly to make the sword speed faster and increase the power again."
As he was absorbed in his thoughts, his mind suddenly warned him.
"Danger!"
Without hesitation, Chen Ze drew his sword to counter, the sword light dazzling like a Morning Star, as quick as a sudden rainstorm. Swordsmanship had been etched into his bones, becoming a reflex of attack and defense.
Ding~
