"I told you bringing a fake out to compete was dangerous, but you wouldn't listen. Well, look at us now—we've turned it into a two-on-one." I said expressionlessly. Only then did Mao Chuchu react, murmuring, "It really is fake? Then is this golden sword fake too?"
"Not necessarily. The materials might be a little better, but it definitely won't be that strong. We just need to take it seriously." I said with a chuckle.
"All right! It's my turn this time!" Mao Chuchu instantly grew excited and dashed toward Ren Yue. Of course, I couldn't underestimate Ren Yue. His son was a good-for-nothing, but for his father to have risen to this position, he certainly wasn't someone Mao Chuchu could handle.
The two of us charged at Ren Yue from different directions. Naturally, he wasn't going to sit around and wait for death. He retreated toward the other side, turning our pincer attack into a cornering maneuver, then into a one-sided confrontation with me. That alone showed how rich his combat experience was. At the very least, he was probably quite skilled at defeating superior numbers with fewer!
Bang, bang, bang!
Three consecutive sword strikes thundered toward me and collided directly with my sword. Ren Yue couldn't help being startled, because the golden sword in his hand was nowhere near as sturdy as he had imagined. Several cracks quickly appeared near the tip of the blade!
"Heh heh, as expected of the sword that severed Xiang He's Silvercloud Shadow in a single strike. Even when Goldsky River clashed with your sword, it ended up like this." Although Ren Yue was smiling, his expression was exceedingly gloomy. He had also grown wary of the sword in my hand. Thus, after those three strikes, he began planning to attack me with sword