"I imagine you already know my title. It is truly an honor to cross blades with you. I wonder whether I can force you to draw your sword today." Golden Blade Venerable stared intently at Huo Hai, but did not attack immediately.
After half a year of battles here, Huo Hai had earned quite a reputation. In all nine of his fights, his opponents had been outstanding figures among peak spirit venerables, yet he had never done more than use his fingers as a sword. Apart from the longsword he had revealed when he first registered, his blade had practically become a legend here. Even without a weapon, however, his fighting strength remained terrifying.
Everyone knew that an expert skilled with weapons such as sabers and swords could unleash, at most, eighty percent of their strength without a weapon in hand. Some were so unaccustomed to fighting unarmed that they could not even manage that much.
With a fine saber or sword, however, they might unleash not merely their full strength, but even a hundred and twenty percent. If Huo Hai was this powerful without drawing his sword, one could imagine how formidable his true fighting strength was.
Recently, people had even begun betting on which fight would finally force Huo Hai to draw his sword. Had the stakes not been so unremarkable, Huo Hai might have placed a bet himself. He was different from ordinary people: his spiritual power was extraordinarily condensed, and his sword qi was extremely powerful. Even without his longsword, he could unleash nearly ninety percent of his strength.
Using his spirit insects was another matter entirely. When they fought at full power, their combined strength far surpassed Huo Hai's. "Heh, then let me see your finest moves."
Huo Hai said nothing more. He simply formed