There were some people in this world who were pure opponents, while others were both friends and opponents.
Luo Zheng belonged to the latter kind, and he and Hua Tianming understood this distinction very clearly.
Luo Zheng looked at the broken sword beside him...
Its colors were dull, and its blade was slightly damaged. It looked like an ordinary iron sword.
This sword had already displayed extremely formidable power in Dugu Jian Xiaoxiao's hands.
For the contest at hand, it was indeed very suitable for Luo Zheng.
He took a step forward and grabbed the sword...
The instant Luo Zheng touched the broken sword, he felt a massive train of thought connect with him through the blade.
That thought conveyed no special information. It merely made Luo Zheng feel its friendliness.
There was indeed a powerful sword spirit within this sword!
Luo Zheng was only temporarily activating the sword, and the sword spirit did not take the initiative to communicate with him either. The two sides had merely reached some tacit understanding—a temporary cooperation, so to speak.
He abruptly raised the sword, only to discover that he seemed to be holding a goose feather. It was so light that it felt weightless.
If a sword had no weight, it would instead make people uncomfortable. No one would want to wield a feather against an enemy.
Yet when Luo Zheng swung the sword in a circle, an extremely comfortable heaviness traveled from his hand.
"How ingenious!" The sword adjusted its own weight according to Luo Zheng's movements.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." After that flurry of swings, Luo Zheng held the sword horizontally and nodded at Hua Tianming.
Luo Zheng had gained a great deal from this battle with Hua Tianming, achieving new insights into swordsmanship—but that did not mean he would necessarily