One Sword, One Thought
He Han rested his chin in one hand and answered seriously, "He's very strong. That heavy sword looks like it has quite a history."
Mu Rong Sheng, standing beside him, froze for a moment, then said with an awkward smile, "Could it be a Chaos Spirit Item too?"
But on second thought, even if it was a Chaos Spirit Item, that wasn't all that unusual. After all, they were the strongest adventurer group to emerge from a single space. It was only natural that they would have a few Chaos Weapons worth showing off.
Still, he felt a little uncomfortable. When would he get to own a Chaos Spirit Item of his own?
He Han furrowed his brow and thought for a long while before saying, "I don't know if it's a Chaos Spirit Item. So far, though, I haven't seen a Spirit of the Artifact appear. Maybe it's a relatively high-grade Chaos Exotic Item!"
"Then who has the advantage?" Zhan Yun Tao couldn't help coming over to ask. He still felt a little guilty about losing his own fight.
He Han gave a wry smile and shook his head. "I don't know. They're both stronger than me. How could I tell?"
Everyone gave helpless smiles. "All right. Then we'll just have to keep watching."
Up in the air, the two were trading blows, evenly matched.
Wen Qianhe greatly admired the opponent before him. When it came to swordsmanship, he had always considered himself a cut above the rest.
Whether it was his command of sword techniques, his consummate swordsmanship, or his grasp of sword intent, he excelled in every regard.
Yet his opponent gave him the feeling that no matter how powerful a move he used, how refined a sword technique he unleashed, or how