"Good lad!"
Chen Ming and Feng Siyuan hadn't even stepped out of the door when Zhou Weihao rushed over, excitedly punching him in the chest, "When did you practice such formidable swordsmanship? You've won five matches in a row!"
Chen Ming's performance was astounding and beyond his expectations.
In his mind, he instinctively felt that Chen Ming's skills couldn't match those geniuses from established families.
First, he had broken through to the fifth rank too quickly.
Second, he had no master, which was a significant drawback. Having a master and not having one, can that be the same?
So, when Zhou Weihao saw Chen Ming displaying his might on the stage, winning five opponents consecutively, he was genuinely dumbfounded.
Improvement in cultivation was one thing; he had long known that Chen Ming was cultivating a Pure Yang Technique, a Supreme Divine Skill, incomparable to ordinary techniques.
But how could Chen Ming's swordsmanship be so advanced?
