How could a fisherman's dignity tolerate slander?
A fishing rod, some bait, sitting quietly by the riverbank and waiting for the fish to bite.
What joy was that?
What a blessing was that?
This was the most carefree, most satisfying thing under heaven!
Thus, even when Chen Yi saw the fish circling the hook, he still disdained using True Essence to lure them onto it.
A man with such broad and boundless magnanimity was something Liu Lang, who did not fish, would never understand.
Of course, Chen Yi had no intention of lecturing him about it either.
The truth would show itself beneath their hands.
Whoever had the bigger fist had the greater reason.
Naturally, Liu Lang knew none of this. He merely felt that Chen Yi had changed after putting away his fishing rod.
His originally calm and rippleless aura instantly surged into raging waves.
Like a vortex, it dragged in the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi.
As he watched.
Liu Lang's expression gradually grew excited as well. Suppressing the tremor in his heart, he removed his bamboo hat and tossed it aside.
"Boss, in today's match, I hope you'll use your full strength!"
"I would be deeply grateful!"
Chen Yi noncommittally set down the fishing rod. With a turn of his wrist, a plain and unadorned steel saber appeared in his hand.
"Get past my Saber Dao first."
The instant he finished speaking, his saber intent spread out.
The Spring Embroidered Saber Art could not simply be classified as fierce and domineering or nimble and fluid. What it emphasized was simple, direct moves.
Steady, precise, fast.
Thus, Chen Yi's saber intent was the same—beneath its dominance lay killing intent everywhere.
In contrast, stirred by that saber intent, Liu Lang unconsciously gripped the hilt with his right hand