"You think you can? Then you do it!"
Zhao Xiaohan absolutely did not indulge Chu Xingyu.
From the day he first met Chu Xingyu, this guy had always acted as though his head were held high and he was the best in the world. In Zhao Xiaohan's eyes, he was nothing but an idiot.
"I'll do it, then... Move aside!"
Chu Xingyu was not afraid either. He had done it on purpose to begin with.
Besides, he did not believe martial arts could belong exclusively to anyone. Even if they did, with his first grade aptitude and the Enlightenment Fruit his father had bought for him at a steep price, he would seize this martial art for himself.
For no other reason than to spite Zhao Xiaohan.
Without another word, Zhao Xiaohan stepped aside by two positions, allowing Chu Xingyu to observe the Ancient Sword more closely and directly.
"Watch carefully!"
"A sword should be elegant. Its true essence is not something a crude man like you, who thinks himself great just because he holds a broadsword, could possibly understand."
Chu Xingyu took his stance with an air of refusing to yield the stage to anyone.
He shot Zhao Xiaohan a contemptuous glance.
Then he began to observe.
Zhao Xiaohan did not argue back. He merely sneered. The more wildly this idiot jumped around now, the more disgracefully he would lose face later. Zhao Xiaohan wished he would jump even higher.
In the blink of an eye, five minutes passed.
Chu Xingyu suddenly began to feel that something was wrong.
The Ancient Sword was clearly hanging from the crossbeam in the main hall, completely uncovered. Anyone could look at it, anyone could observe it, yet why could he not sense the existence of any Sword Intent at all?
It was