Su Chen did not dodge.
He reached out and pinched the blade between two fingers.
The vice admiral's pupils contracted.
He yanked hard on the sword, but the blade did not budge, as if it had been clamped in an iron vise. "You..."
Before he could finish, Su Chen flicked his finger.
The blade snapped in two.
Half the tip spun through the air and ** into the ground, sinking three inches into the stone.
The vice admiral stood frozen with the broken sword in hand, his face full of disbelief.
He could not win.
He was no match for this young man at all.
Su Chen tossed the half blade between his fingers onto the ground and dusted off his hands. "Tell Sengoku to get out here."
When Sengoku received the news, he crushed the teacup in his hand. "What did you say? The vice admiral lost?"
"Yes... Su Chen took less than thirty breaths to break the vice admiral's sword."
Sengoku shot to his feet, knocking the table forward half a meter.
He drew a deep breath, his chest heaving violently several times.
No one around him dared even breathe.
After a long while, Sengoku spoke coldly. "He's doing this on purpose. He's slapping me in the face."
"Sir, perhaps..."
"No need." Sengoku raised a hand to cut him off. "I'll go myself."
He strode out of the tent and swung onto his horse.
The horse's hooves crushed the dead leaves on the ground as it galloped toward the teleportation array.
Behind him, every soldier could sense that oppressive killing intent.
Sengoku was truly furious. "You bastard, do you think you're hot stuff now?"
Perona sat with her legs crossed, gripping her little red umbrella, the corner of her mouth curling upward.
She glanced sideways at the