A year of hellish training could turn me into an expert, but it could not make me invincible.
Facing so many elite bodyguards, I could only hold out for so long.
Fortunately, I finally managed to seize a blade. I had never slacked off in practicing the Eight Sabres of Breaking the Edge that Master had taught me, making over a thousand cuts every day.
But this was a style for fighting to the death, all advance and no retreat. Either the enemy died or I did.
I soon suffered serious wounds, and a whole swath of people lay on the ground where I had cut them down.
I did not need a mirror to know I was drenched in blood.
There was one expert among them, a man with a short buzz cut. Several times, just as I gained the upper hand, he broke my advantage and forced me back onto the defensive.
He stood among the crowd with a blade in his hand, like a god descended from heaven. Everyone stared warily at me except him. He stood there perfectly at ease, his expression full of disdain and provocation.
A few cuts later, I finally lost. Another blade struck my abdomen, three blades were held against my neck, and the weapon in my hand was kicked away.
Clutching my abdomen, I kept forcing myself to remain standing.
For one thing, I did not want to fall in front of these people. For another, there were still blades against my neck.
Only after confirming that I could no longer resist did Tang Tianming rise and walk over, though he still kept some distance from me.
"So this is the justice you uphold, your so-called Mohist ideals."
"I don't understand. What was the point of doing this?"
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