Tang Chen's expression darkened when he heard Qian Daoliu's words.
"Come on!"
"We've fought for so long. I hate these new tricks of yours. Show me your true moves, and let's settle this in a fight to the death."
"Fine."
Qian Daoliu swung his sword and said, "Tang Chen, you truly are a genius. It is because of you that the Clear Sky Hammer became the continent's number one tool martial soul."
"One force breaks ten techniques; one strength suppresses ten skills."
"Indeed, it is powerful!"
"However... Su Chen once told me something: among all martial arts under heaven, nothing is unbreakable—except speed."
"Do you understand?"
Hearing this, Tang Chen felt a sense of unease rise within him. He roughly understood what Qian Daoliu meant—and that was indeed the case.
"Su Chen is a genius!"
Tang Chen said earnestly.
Sure enough.
Su Chen had brought a group of people over to watch, and the moment he arrived, he heard Tang Chen flattering him. It almost made him feel embarrassed.
"Ahem."
"What I mean is, Tang Chen is actually quite perceptive. He's better than Tang San and the others."
Hu Liena and the others could not help laughing.
"Right?"
"Tang Chen has a bit of discernment, though not much. The ones with the best taste are actually us."
"Isn't that right?"
Su Chen smiled and nodded, giving them an approving look.
"Excellent taste!"
Over here.
Qian Daoliu's expression turned solemn.
"Tang Chen, have you ever heard of a sword technique that descends from the heavens?"
Tang Chen had barely heard Qian Daoliu finish speaking before Qian Daoliu vanished from his sight. Yet in the next instant, he sensed a life-and-death threat.
It was coming.
Qian Daoliu's trump card.
In the distance, Sword Douluo and the others instantly felt their hearts leap