Half a Sword

Chen Zui himself was simple and honest; what pressed down on others was the blade in his hand.

As Chen Zui's friend, Wen Xu had naturally served as his blade-practice dummy before, just as Chen Zui and Chunchou had both been subjects for his Formation-Stacking experiments. He knew Chen Zui's strength and talent very well. In truth, the number of Spiritual Roots had very little effect on Chen Zui—at least, Wen Xu had never seen him channel earth or metal spells into his blade.

Therefore, Chen Zui was a blade wielder taken to the extreme. He disdained using spells to embellish his blade path, nor did he have sudden epiphanies or flashes of insight. His improvement came solely from swinging his blade with his own hands.

A genius who reached the summit in a single step was frightening, but a blade driven wholly by instinct was even more terrifying.

On top of that, Chen Zui's cultivation was a full minor realm above his. Wen Xu tightened his grip on Windfold, then emptied his mind entirely. Against an opponent like this, thinking too much would only bind his own hands and feet.

Better to fight to his heart's content. His heart was not so fragile that it could not withstand a single defeat.

After setting aside his thoughts, Wen Xu's sword grew faster. The sword was like wind; the wind clung like a shadow. Sword shadows flickered around him, making it nearly impossible to tell which streak of sword light was the true Windfold spirit sword.

If his opponent had been a clever man, he might have started to feel troubled by now. But Chen Zui would not. He had an exceedingly single-celled brain; every fight relied on absolute bodily instinct and intuition. He could even catch sword moves with astonishing