After giving them guidance on the principles of conduct and dealing with people, Meng Zhao immediately asked the two,
"Big Niu, Yuan Bin, you are both rare experts within the Innate Realm. In the tea hall just now, you also witnessed Li Xingchen's three sword strikes. What are your thoughts?"
At the mention of martial arts, the two grew even more interested. After all, they could both be considered fanatics of the martial path. Without sufficient study and passion, few could cultivate their martial arts to such a level.
"Very strong. That pretty boy from the Li Family may be proud and conceited, but I have to admit, he truly has some skill and confidence. If I faced those three swords of his, the first two alone would likely leave me with no recourse. I might have to suffer minor injuries to receive them.
"As for the third sword, if it were my first encounter with it and I had no preparation whatsoever, there would be an eighty or ninety percent chance of being cut down. In the remaining ten or twenty percent, I would still be grievously wounded and on the verge of death, unable to alter my doomed fate.
"Even now that I have seen its mysteries with my own eyes, I would not dare boast that I could break it. At most, I would have a thirty percent chance of preserving myself, but the final outcome would still be nothing more than a bedraggled escape."
Wild as Niu Dali was, proud as he was, he would never make light of martial arts. His words came from the heart and were thoughts he had carefully weighed; there was almost no possibility of error.
In other words, if he fought Li Xingchen to the death, his chance of dying