Wang Chen had actually gotten one thing wrong.
The scholarly-hatted man did not care about the so-called "art of concealing weapons" at all; he even dismissed it as jianghu trickery.
But his intention to take Wang Chen down was plain for all to see.
Having personally witnessed Wang Chen cut down several interceptors earlier, the scholarly-hatted man had formed a rather high assessment of his strength. Though he appeared lofty and arrogant on the surface, he had not underestimated Wang Chen.
"Bold indeed!"
Facing the long saber Wang Chen hurled at him, the scholarly-hatted man barked in anger and drew his sword in a flash, knocking the weapon aside.
Clang!
Blade and sword collided with a crisp, ringing peal.
The scholarly-hatted man's expression turned grave. The sword in his hand resembled a pool of autumn water, its icy chill so piercing that none dared meet its gleam directly.
Man and sword seemed to merge as one!
He had studied literature and practiced the sword since childhood, achieving profound mastery in swordsmanship. He had once defeated many Martial Artists of the same rank.
Watching Wang Chen charge straight at him, the scholarly-hatted man's lips curled into a mocking smile.
He guessed that Wang Chen intended to close in and catch him off guard with the art of concealing weapons.
But with his guard already up, how could such Jianghu tricks possibly succeed?
Yet in the next instant, the scholarly-hatted man's smile froze on his face.
For when the distance between them shrank to about five paces, Wang Chen suddenly thrust out both palms at him.
Invisible palm force surged toward the scholarly-hatted man with the force of mountains collapsing and seas overturning!
How could this be possible?!
The scholarly-hatted man was horrified beyond measure.
He had thought he held Wang Chen