After they had drunk nearly enough, Guan Peng set down his wine cup and, carried away by the drink, declared boldly, "Brother Chen, it has been a year and a half since our last spar. Today, I'd like to seek your guidance again."
"Nothing could please me more."
Chen Ming smiled.
At once, the two moved to a more spacious courtyard nearby and assumed their stances.
Chen Ming said, "Brother Guan, please."
Guan Peng's gaze sharpened. "Brother Chen, be careful. My Wave-Cutting Saber Technique emphasizes an unstoppable momentum. Whenever great waves rose while I was at sea, I would leap from the ship and contend against them amid the crests, drawing enlightenment for this saber technique from them."
His words piqued Chen Ming's interest as well. "Come, then."
"Take my saber!"
Guan Peng stepped forward, raised his long saber high over his head, and brought it slashing down.
Before the blade even arrived, Chen Ming felt an intimidating force bearing down on him.
He praised, "Excellent saber technique!"
These past few months at sea had truly remade Guan Peng from head to toe. Judging from this single strike alone, he was no weakling even among Eighth Rank Martial Artists.
Moreover, a trace of Killing Intent lingered within his saber technique.
That meant his blade had tasted blood!
Who knew what he had encountered during those two voyages to sea?
Chen Ming's combat experience was exceedingly rich. He knew he absolutely could not let Guan Peng build up his momentum; otherwise, once that momentum continued to accumulate, Guan Peng himself would be unable to control it. By then, it would not stop until blood was spilled.
Thus, going against his usual style, he chose to meet the attack head-on.
The long saber in his hand swept upward.
Clang! The two sabers