His Name Shook a Hundred Miles

Relying on the Black Tortoise Sword Art in the past, Shen Tucang had been invincible in every contest. Among the True Disciples, no one had ever been able to defeat him head-on.

Even the current chief True Disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect had relied on movement techniques. In the end, Shen Tucang himself had grown impatient and chosen to concede.

That had already been the most stifling match Shen Tucang had ever experienced.

Now Shen Tucang discovered, good heavens, an even more stifling match had been waiting for him here. He was beaten back again and again, retreating without end. The occasional sword strike he launched in return only resulted in a draw.

Shen Tucang did not even dare borrow the full force of the attacks. Otherwise, Chen Fei would drift straight away, and Shen Tucang would not even be able to occasionally counter with a sword. That would only mean even more one-sided beating.

He had been beaten the entire time. Clearly, he had not lost, yet Shen Tucang felt that he had lost miserably.

The Black Tortoise Sword Art was supposed to possess peerless defense and let him borrow force to counterattack. How had it become nothing but taking blows in this match, leaving him unable to do anything else?

Even this draw seemed as though Chen Fei had granted it to him.

Shen Tucang cupped his hands toward Chen Fei, then walked down from the Training Ground with a sour face. Shen Tucang had already decided that he absolutely had to cultivate a good movement technique.

The next time he encountered Chen Fei, if Chen Fei dared retreat, he would follow immediately and send Chen Fei flying with a single slash!

Shen Tucang thought viciously, but when he considered the Black Tortoise Sword Art's weakening