How Fierce Can You Be, Then?

Tang Jing immediately explained, "The swordplay I cultivate emphasizes grace and serenity. This attire suits my state of mind; there is nothing inappropriate about it!"

Lu Feng was surprised for a moment, then said, "What a coincidence. The swordplay I cultivate leans toward darkness and savagery. This demon-asura mask is likewise necessary for my state of mind."

Tang Jing gave Lu Feng a suspicious look before realizing something. "Nothing but nonsense. You wear that mask on your face—you cannot even see it yourself."

Lu Feng smiled faintly. "You wear those clothes on your body mostly for others to see as well!"

"You..." Tang Jing fumed. "I would like to see what exactly you are hiding beneath that mask!"

As she spoke, the longsword in her hand left its sheath, and a curved strand of sword qi cleaved straight at Lu Feng's face.

Lu Feng sidestepped it, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.

The sword Tang Jing used was actually a flexible sword.

This was the first respectable opponent Lu Feng had encountered in nearly three years who used a flexible sword.

He could not help feeling a little interested.

Seeing that Lu Feng still stood empty-handed, Tang Jing shouted, "Draw your sword. Within a hundred moves, I will surely chop that mask off your face."

Lu Feng hesitated for a moment, then took out the Hua Xin Sword once again.

In the distance, Jun Ziyi and the others could not help feeling puzzled again at the sight.

"Why is Mentor still using such a longsword?"

"Could it be that he does not want to reveal too much? That he wishes to hide his strength?"

Xia Yiyun gave Yin Xiaolou in the distance a meaningful glance and softly said, "If he were to display the Swordless Realm, he might frighten