"Yong Xian still hasn't even drawn his sword..."
"Draw what sword? That young master Nie Tong up front possesses such heaven-defying swordsmanship. I'm afraid Yong Xian won't get a single chance to draw his sword along the way!"
"Looks like this was how he got through the first two levels as well..."
"When Young Master Nie Yun was recruiting people for his team, I didn't want to join... Now I know I was truly a frog at the bottom of a well..."
"They thought they had gained an advantage, but they actually suffered a huge loss. They thought they were clever, but they were really fools!"
Pei Yang had recognized the brilliance of Nie Tong's swordsmanship, and the others were not fools either. They understood as well, and when they looked at Yong Xian again, their eyes were filled with envy.
Before, they had thought Yong Xian was simply courting death by forming a team with these two. Only now did they understand... just how wise his decision had been.
They had fought through peril after peril, with death hanging over them at every moment, just to reach the third floor. Yet this man had not even drawn his sword. He had merely strolled along behind them and reached the same place—perhaps even gone farther...
Only now did they understand why the two young men had not been angry when they refused to join their team. It turned out... whether they joined or not truly meant nothing to them!
With their own strength, they could crush everything in their path. Why would they need to bring along people who would only drag them down?
Unfortunately, they had originally had a chance to clear the first three floors, perhaps even reach higher levels, yet they had squandered it just like