Jian Chen drew the Hero Sword to defend himself. He represented his master, and he was the Hero Sword's successor. He absolutely could not lose.
Yet after just a few exchanges, he discovered that he had fallen into a disadvantage.
What was going on? He practiced the Nameless Sword Techniques his master had personally taught him, sword techniques that had never tasted defeat. Losing to Lin Lang was one thing, but how could he lose to a mere Duan Lang?
Duan Lang was only an elder of Peerless City, and had been nothing more than a servant in the World Association. How could he be so astonishingly powerful?
Before ten moves had passed, he saw Duan Lang's sword thrust toward his throat, with nowhere for him to dodge.
Duan Lang's sword stopped before Jian Chen's throat. "Your sword techniques have only the outward form. You haven't grasped the essence of sword intent at all. And your sword doesn't even carry any killing intent. How can it unleash its power?"
"A sword is a weapon, and weapons are for killing. Didn't your master teach you that?"
"With this little ability, you think you're worthy of provoking Senior Lin?"
Duan Lang did not kill Jian Chen.
Having defeated Jian Chen, he would not have to worry about Heavenly Sword Wuming, a senior of the martial world, bullying a junior to cause trouble for him. But if he killed Jian Chen, he would be in danger.
He had yet to become Lin Lang's disciple, and Lin Lang would not take on Heavenly Sword Wuming for his sake.
If killing Jian Chen would let him become Lin Lang's disciple, he would strike without hesitation.
He hated people who looked down on everyone simply because they had a powerful master.
Jian Chen stood rooted to