Every word of Zuo Xiaoduo's speech seemed quite reasonable, and at heart, he even seemed full of goodwill. From beginning to end, he had been considering everything on Zhou Yunqing's behalf.
He had bared his heart, offered earnest counsel, and spoken with sincere feeling.
But practically all of Zhou Yunqing's fighting strength rested on the sword in his hand, and you wanted him to put it away and fight you barehanded?
Or exchange his familiar divine weapon for an ordinary, unfamiliar weapon to face your divine weapon?
Wasn't that asking for defeat?
But with those words said, even if Zhou Yunqing still fought with his treasured sword, he would inevitably pay particular attention to whether it might be damaged. His attention would unavoidably be divided, binding his hands and feet all the more. Before the fight had even begun, he had already lost three-tenths of it!
What was there left to fight?
You, Zuo Xiaoduo, had practically won the final with that mouth alone!
Had Zuo Xiaoduo not said any of this, Zhou Yunqing would have known nothing and simply fought. Even if his treasured sword really suffered damage, it might not have amounted to much. But now that these words had come out... this sword had even been a gift from Marshal Dongfang!
That sword became even harder to ignore. It actually had a pedigree now!
"I'm truly speechless..."
Zhan Xiaofei frowned, evidently racking his brains: when had Marshal Dongfang ever mentioned this Spirit Cat Sword?
Ding Xiulan was pondering too: The Spirit Cat Sword, universally acknowledged as the sharpest in the world? I don't seem to have heard of it. By rights, a renowned blade like that should already be famous throughout the world...
Cui Shangyan was pondering, doubtful: *Is it real or fake? Could I really be