Wang Quan Sword Intent!

This strike had come far too suddenly.

And far too directly.

Although Wang Quan Baye was the one sent flying, he was not the only one affected. Dongfang Huaizhu, Dongfang Qinlan, Ximen Chuisha, Chi Huo, Shi Tang, and even the Li Quzhuo brothers were all stunned beyond belief by the sight. Those who knew Wang Quan Baye somewhat well were frightened out of their wits. It was as though every stray thought had been cleaved away by that strike, leaving their minds buzzing and unable to find the right words.

Wang Quan Baye himself was no exception.

His head was buzzing as well.

He looked at the broken sword in his hand.

Then at the restrained sword mark on his chest.

It had pierced through his clothes without harming his flesh.

Feeling the scattered drizzle falling over him.

He suddenly fell silent.

To be fair, he had indeed underestimated his opponent. That strike had been terrifyingly powerful, but if he had gone all out from the very beginning and faced it seriously, it was not as though he could not have blocked it. Or rather, he too could have delivered a strike as powerful as that one.

But no matter what, underestimating his opponent was still underestimating his opponent.

That had been his own problem.

It had nothing to do with his opponent.

After all, his opponent had not ordered him to let his guard down.

He himself had failed to judge the other party's strength correctly.

So he had suffered for it.

Though it had been rather embarrassing, the lesson had been well worth it.

At the very least, he would not make a similar mistake next time.

Still, Wang Quan Baye was human. He was still that proud young man. A single unexpected setback could not crush his