"Senior Brother!"
The hesitation of the tall man made the pretty girl feel humiliated. She stamped her foot and snapped coquettishly, "What are you afraid of?"
She knew that her senior brother was usually decisive and was by no means a hesitant person. However, he treasured the Greenedge Sword as if it were his life and always kept it by his side.
It was perfectly normal that he could not bear to take it out and clash it head-on with Zuo Yi's sword.
But in the pretty girl's opinion, given the quality of the Greenedge Sword, dealing with this flashy imitation would be effortless.
The tall man gave a bitter smile. "Junior Sister..."
"How about this?"
Zuo Yi had no patience for the melodrama between senior brother and junior sister. He reached out and took the Golden Inch Sword from the tall man's hand.
"I'll show you."
The instant the blade left his hand, the tall man's expression hardened, and his pupils contracted sharply.
To a swordsman, a sword was like a chef's knife or a blacksmith's hammer—the tool he knew best. Powerful swordsmen even regarded their swords as part of their bodies, controlling them as easily as their own arms.
Although he had only just gotten his hands on the Golden Inch Sword and was nowhere near as familiar with it as he was with the Greenedge Sword, Zuo Yi had taken it from his hand so casually that a storm surged through his heart!
The tall man had been unguarded, but he was an eighth-rank professional swordsman. If an expert had seen that exchange, he would have lost at least half his dignity.
Fortunately, neither the middle-aged man, the pretty girl, nor the surrounding spectators could see the brilliance of Zuo Yi's move, thus preserving his pride.
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