Gui Ba had not mentioned this, but Meng Zhao found it understandable. The creation of this method had been filled with chance to begin with, and it was no ordinary martial art—it was closer to a secret art. Its peculiar nature was therefore nothing strange.
Perhaps once one moved some distance away from Demonic Saber Jingqing, the Eight Demonic Saber Techniques would lose their purity and spirit, reduced to mediocrity.
He was somewhat disappointed, but he could accept it. At worst, once his martial arts grew stronger, he could secretly make a trip to Divine Saber Hall, infiltrate the Blade Sharpening Pool, and investigate the foundations of the Eight Demonic Saber Techniques.
Of course, that was impossible in the short term. Meng Zhao had too many matters to attend to, and Divine Saber Hall was no ordinary place where he could come and go as he pleased. He needed absolute confidence before taking action.
"All right, let us leave the matter of Divine Saber Hall there. Let us discuss your Life and Death Duel with Gu Li tonight.
"How many chances of victory do you think you have now?"
Old Blade Zhao thought for a moment. Originally, after entering seclusion to cultivate and maintain his condition at its peak, he should have had a fifty to sixty percent chance of winning. Even if he ultimately lost, he could unleash his killing power and grievously wound his opponent before death.
Yet because of the wooden saber Lu Hou'er had brought, his state had been broken and was no longer complete. Nurturing that momentum anew was not something he could accomplish in a short time, which amounted to a weakening.
However, it was also because of that wooden saber that his cultivation in the Way of the Saber and his realm had