"Hmph!"
Bam—!
Ren Woxing had no interest in hearing Linghu Chong explain any of that. He slammed his hand on the table in a fit of anger, making the wine cups, bowls, and chopsticks jump.
Then he glowered as he thought it over before continuing angrily:
"So..."
"I spent twelve years painstakingly cultivating in the dungeon beneath West Lake, and now that I'm out, I might not even be able to beat some nameless nobody?"
"Everyone out there is a peerless expert?"
"What kind of joke is this?"
Seeing Ren Woxing's fury and the tension in the hall, Xiang Wentian hesitated for a moment, then put on a flattering smile and tried to soothe him in a tactful manner:
"That's not entirely true!"
"Actually, with the leader's peerless martial arts and profound internal energy, ordinary people who have practiced the Evil-Warding Sword Manual still wouldn't be your match."
"After all, the Evil-Warding Sword Manual isn't the Sunflower Manual. It contains no profound internal techniques, only simple instructions for circulating one's energy. Ordinary people would find it difficult to cultivate enough internal energy."
"But..."
"The situation in the martial world is complicated now. If three or five people who have practiced the Evil-Warding Sword Manual come at you together, you'll still need to be careful."
"It'd be best to avoid their sharp edge and not fight them head-on."
Xiang Wentian wasn't lying. That was simply how things stood in the martial world now.
In fact, this applied not only to Ren Woxing, but to everyone present: Xiang Wentian himself, Ren Yingying, and even Linghu Chong. If they ran into a large group of Evil-Warding swordsmen, it would be best not to fight if they could avoid it.
The risk was simply too great. There was no need to take on many