I shook my head with a smile and said, "Don't underestimate Li Poxiao's swordsmanship, either. He inherited his art from Qiankun Dao and had a deep foundation. Later, he received guidance from many renowned masters, and even the Sword God taught him swordsmanship. Just how weak could he be? And over the years, Dao Achieved had obtained the Twelve Heavenly Sword Chapters, pushing his swordsmanship into an entirely different realm. Even if I fought him, I probably wouldn't have much of an advantage."
"Ah? He's that amazing? I thought Big Brother Xia was supposed to be much stronger than him!" Qing Weixin said in surprise. Li Yushuang couldn't help looking at me as well, a trace of astonishment and disbelief in her eyes. After all, I hadn't deliberately belittled her fiancé. I had even fairly pointed out his pedigree and inheritance, letting an opportunity to disparage my opponent slip right past my lips—not something just anyone could do.
"Just as expected of City Lord Xia. Even when facing an opponent, you can act so fairly. This old man is almost too ashamed to accept the compliment. So Li Poxiao is actually this formidable." Qingwei Supreme no longer dared to act high and mighty. After suffering two defeats, he had emerged from his daze and faced the truth that he was inferior to those who came before him.
"Mm, he's very formidable. At the very least, among the great swordsmanship masters under heaven, his name would have to be counted among the top ten," I said calmly.
"Then, Big Brother Xia, didn't you say Grandpa's swordsmanship was at least of superior quality? Just how good is Li Poxiao?" Qing Weixin was still unwilling to let Li Poxiao steal all the glory.
I thought for a moment before saying, "To be fair,