Faced with Chen Changsheng's words, the young man merely sipped his fragrant tea at an unhurried pace, offering no response.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng smiled, stretched his body, and walked toward Cui Hao Yu.
At the same time, Bai Ze, who had been lying nearby, raised his head.
"Watch carefully. This is a rare opportunity."
Hearing Bai Ze's words, Chen Feng and Guan Ping could not help but focus.
"Lord Bai, is Sir about to display some powerful ultimate move?" Guan Ping asked softly.
"If he uses his ultimate techniques, it would be useless even if you two watched."
"If you want to learn combat techniques, this is the most crucial moment."
"When cultivators fight to the death, they use every means under the sun—divine abilities, spells, movement techniques, and all eighteen kinds of weapons."
"The order and methods of their attacks are entirely as they please."
"One breath, they may be using divine abilities against an enemy; the next second, they may be locked in close combat."
"So when watching battles of that level, if your skill is insufficient, you will not be able to see anything."
"But this was different from ordinary life-and-death combat. They had set the boundaries of their sparring and restricted their own strength."
"This was the perfect chance to learn combat techniques."
After hearing Bai Ze's explanation, Chen Feng could not help but speak as well.
"Brother Wolf, Cui Hao Yu is a world-famous master of the sword. Why would he agree to compete with Brother Chang Sheng in Martial Arts?"
"If they competed with swords, wouldn't his chances of winning be greater?"
Faced with Chen Feng's confusion, Bai Ze wagged his tail and said, "Cui Hao Yu's sword is indeed impressive."
"Only using one's strengths to compete is somewhat commonplace. It is only