Chapter 1607: One Sword
What was going on... Why had he suddenly asked for a lesson?
You were a professor at Apocalypse. Wouldn't it be strange if you'd mastered Sword Intent? Why were you reacting so strongly to a little doubt?
More importantly, was the person you'd asked to spar even the right one? It clearly wasn't Dean Li who had questioned you, was it?
Or did you have to challenge the strongest person present to prove yourself?
The situation had changed in an instant, and the audience, who had all been listening intently, could no longer stay calm.
The sea of question marks was practically palpable, and humanity's love of a spectacle was once again on full display.
Realizing a duel might be about to break out, the onlookers quickly abandoned their attempts to conceal their interest and gathered around, subtle but resolute.
"Huh?"
Li Weixuan, the person caught up in this unexpected calamity, reacted quickly enough, expressing his feelings with a single syllable.
"That's right. I don't think anyone here is more qualified than you to prove my, Fu Qian's, talent in the sword."
His gaze was calm, his tone firm. Fu Qian made it clear he hadn't misheard, but as he spoke, he looked at Chang Mo beside him.
This...
The latter had clearly lost both her words and her composure, standing there in a daze.
"Professor Fu..."
It wasn't just her. Jian Jingzheng, who had just been forced to confirm that Fu Qian had mastered the true meaning of the sword, wasn't faring much better. He managed to force a form of address from his throat, but seemed at a loss for what to say next.
"What? Would you like to join in too?"
Fu Qian merely glanced at him.
"No problem. This will give me