Gu Maoyuan was delighted when he saw Feng Jun reach out to grab the longsword.
In a battle between martial cultivators, grabbing someone else's weapon barehanded was practically courting death, wasn't it?
Gu Maoyuan could guess that the other man's hand must have some sort of protection for him to dare be so bold. He had been famous for years and had experienced countless battles of all sizes. What hadn't he seen before?
But he was wielding a longsword now, and his move was not a slash, but a thrust!
If the other man had something like Ice Silkworm Silk Gloves, a slashing blow from the longsword might well be useless. After all, he was in the Innate Realm, and so was his opponent—when their strength was equal, Ice Silkworm Silk Gloves were not so easily broken.
But his longsword had thrust out, its edge sliding forward. This kind of cutting could slice through many tough defenses.
Yet he had not expected that, just as Feng Jun was about to touch the sword, he would abruptly change from grabbing to striking, knocking the longsword aside with a slap.
That change caused Gu Maoyuan's move to overextend, immediately disrupting the flow of his attacks.
Feng Jun seized that fleeting opportunity, flashed aside, and delivered several dozen consecutive slashes at the burly man.
The burly man's combat strength had already been somewhat inferior, and before his old wounds had healed, he had suffered new ones. Seeing that Feng Jun ignored Gu Maoyuan and targeted only him, he could not help flying into a rage. He raised his blade to meet the attack. "Damn it, do you really think I'm easy to bully?"
He really was easy to bully. After several exchanges, he was forced back again and again.
Seeing this, Gu Maoyuan