How could Lu Yin possibly agree? He forced a laugh. "Brother Liu, don't joke around. I'm not worthy of such good fortune."
Liu Hao looked regretful. He knew Lu Yin was unlikely to agree. After all, Lu Yin came from the White Dragon Clan, one of the Four Sides Heavenly Balance. No matter how great the Liu Family's reputation was, its influence was confined to Zhongping Realm, while the White Dragon Clan belonged to Upper Realm and naturally stood a cut above the rest.
"Then let's continue. I want to see how far Brother Long can go." As he spoke, Liu Hao gestured again, and another blade of grass appeared. He took a step and appeared before Lu Yin.
Lu Yin had no intention of fighting anymore, but Liu Hao wasn't about to give up. He wanted to keep Lu Yin here to help him decipher his sword techniques. Lu Yin refused; he couldn't afford to pass up this rare opportunity.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed. During that time, Liu Hao didn't unleash any devastating attacks. He simply used sword techniques, and Lu Yin broke them down one by one. Lu Yin had never seen those techniques before, yet for some reason, he could instinctively counter them—and always in the simplest way. By comparison, Liu Hao's techniques seemed far more complicated.
Liu Hao's eyes grew brighter and brighter. In just half an hour, his understanding of sword techniques had actually improved. Some moves could be discarded altogether. This man really could decipher swordsmanship.
Meanwhile, Long Kui remained stunned. That kid, Long Qi, had actually fought Liu Hao for half an hour. Liu Hao was bold enough to challenge Long Tian, the Young Ancestor. During the Yuanlun Sacrificial Ceremony, he had been one of the top