Gu Yuantao lowered his head to look at the slash in his sleeve. His already stern face turned even colder. He said nothing, seeming to replay the battle just now in his mind.
Chen Ming turned to Zhou Weihao. "Brother Zhou, am I qualified to fight you?"
Zhou Weihao said evenly, "You just fought my cousin. I do not wish to take advantage of you. Another time."
"Fine."
Chen Ming also knew such things could not be forced.
In this world, most people placed victory and defeat far too heavily on their shoulders, burdened by too many concerns. Forcing such people into a spar would only breed enmity in the end. There was no need for it.
What he sought were martial artists like Gu Yuantao, who hoped to temper themselves and improve through real combat. Such people could often become regular sparring partners.
"Farewell."
After a while, Gu Yuantao finally came back to himself from his thoughts and left with his people.
After seeing them off, Chen Ming's expression grew solemn.
Gu Yuantao had the same problem as the others. Though his cultivation was far above Chen Ming's and his swordsmanship was quite outstanding, he lacked real combat experience.
But Sun Shicai was different!
He had risen to Seventh Rank Inspector through merit, fighting his way there one blade and one spear at a time. He was absolutely not comparable to those disciples of famous clans.
Moreover, he had already been Seventh Rank at least two or three years ago. He was likely not far from Sixth Rank.
He was undoubtedly a formidable enemy.
Even facing him head-on, Chen Ming was not completely confident.
What was more, the man was a Six Doors Patrol Envoy. Killing him would bring far too much trouble afterward.
With a thought, he opened