The knockoff Golden Snake Sword Technique was sharp and ever-changing, making it impossible to guard against, but Gu Rong had been famous for decades. He quickly adapted to this strange swordsmanship.
Seizing an opening, he threw a punch at astonishing speed, giving Tian Hao no time or room to evade.
This time, Tian Hao had not intended to dodge. The Golden Snake Sword in his hand slithered around Gu Rong's fist like a spiritual serpent, then stabbed through a gap in the armor around his elbow joint, piercing his skin. At the same time, Tian Hao used Soul Power to draw out a drop of the flowing blood and stain the sword tip with it.
"I lost!"
Feeling the sting in his elbow, Gu Rong stopped his fist three centimeters from Tian Hao's forehead and helplessly conceded defeat.
The other party had struck him first. If their strengths had truly been equal, his arm would have been severed before he could land that punch. Strictly speaking, he had lost.
Of course, that was mainly because he had suppressed his strength and speed to Tian Hao's level. Otherwise, there was no way he could have lost.
But this was merely a spar, not a life-and-death battle. It had to be fair, or that old sword bastard would mock him for the rest of his life.
The instant he conceded, the fortune he had already exhausted from reading Thousand Core Competencies of Martial Soul immediately dropped into the negatives.
"You let me win."
Tian Hao calmly put the bloodstained Golden Snake Sword into the Spider Necklace and cupped his hands toward Gu Rong.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
Seeing the battle end, Ning Fengzhi applauded in praise.
"A splendid battle! Splendid swordsmanship!"
Chen Xin nodded slightly in approval as well. That sword technique had