When Chu Huai Xu comprehended the Fearless Sword Intent, he had looked at the description the system gave him.
There were three sentences in total.
"[Fearless, and without distance]" was the first of the three.
In fact, after reading it, he understood that although the name Fearless Sword Intent sounded ordinary, its grade was definitely not low. Among sword intents, it absolutely belonged to the upper tier.
However, although these three sentences seemed profound and impressive, Chu Huai Xu could sum up their actual meaning in three words:
—Fast, accurate, and ruthless!
The ultimate speed, the ultimate accuracy, and the ultimate ruthlessness.
Today was about the speed of Fearless Sword Intent.
Just how fast was it?
If his opponent were much stronger than him, he would charge forward at a super-fast speed without regard for anything, delivering a sumptuous takeout meal to the other party—a rapid express delivery straight to their death. It was practically same-day delivery.
It could be said to be quite fearless.
Unfortunately, Zhao Xinghan was not strong enough to reach that level against Chu Huai Xu at his current stage.
Chu Huai Xu's fingertip stopped before Zhao Xinghan's brow, while the Sword Qi was merely an inch away from him.
Just now, if Chu Huai Xu had wanted to, he could have pierced straight through his skull.
This was more or less the same as his match against Xu Ziqing.
It was no longer a matter of victory or defeat, but life and death!
The only difference was that Little Xu's control over the Bronze Sword had been far too poor, placing too great a burden on his body.
Chu Huai Xu was different. He was completely at ease.
Zhao Xinghan's expression shifted between gloom and brightness, constantly changing.
But in the end, all his disbelief