An Excellent Sword Strike

After Zhang Heng offered his congratulations, silence first fell over the field. Then cheers erupted from the entrance to the training ground.

Bach's companions, the five Germanic peoples, began shouting their approval.

If someone had told them before this match that they would be thrilled by Bach's victory, they probably would not have believed it. In their eyes, Bach winning had been a matter of course.

But after witnessing this grueling battle firsthand, there was no way they could think that anymore. Especially after seeing Bach go through such a "hard-fought battle" without ever giving up, stubbornly fending off his opponent's storm-like attacks again and again before finally finding the enemy's opening (or so they imagined) and winning with a single strike.

Nothing could stir the blood more than a victory like that. Bach was like the indestructible cockroach protagonist of a hot-blooded manga. That spirit had not only inspired himself, but also infected those around him.

Yet the protagonist himself did not seem nearly as excited as his companions. When the cheers broke out, Bach was still standing there in a daze.

Seeing Bach's expression, Zhang Heng had no choice but to add, "An excellent sword strike. You found my only opening. Given the circumstances at the time, that strike was extremely bold, and your timing was especially good. It completely caught me by surprise. Had it come any earlier or any later, you would have been the one who lost that battle."

"I found your opening?" Bach was doubtful. Mainly because Zhang Heng had crushed him so thoroughly before that he had not been able to see even the slightest possibility of victory. That strike had been nothing more than a desperate last stand, yet he had somehow won in the end. Coupled with Zhang Heng's utterly unremarkable