After Big Black Bull saw Feng Xiaofeng's demeanor, surprise appeared on his face. He had not expected this fellow before him to have some pride after all, rather than take advantage of someone in peril.
Huang Xiao was now severely injured, while his opponent would use only one hand. Seen this way, it seemed fairly equitable.
Yet a cold smile appeared on Huang Xiao's face. Giving him the advantage of one hand-was that fair? Clearly not.
If Feng Xiaofeng had forgone his right hand, that could have been called fair. Of course, that was absolutely impossible, because Feng Xiaofeng was not Zhu Yang; he clearly wielded his sword with his right hand.
Thus, in Huang Xiao's view, even if Feng Xiaofeng did not use his left hand, it would not affect his strength very much.
Swordsmanship was different from barehanded combat. Barehanded combat required both hands to work together, and having only one hand would indeed cause one's strength to plummet. With swordsmanship, however, one hand was generally enough.
From this, it was clear that Feng Xiaofeng's talk of giving Huang Xiao a handicap and making things fair was just talk. In truth, he had no such intention at all; he was merely keeping up appearances.
Huang Xiao had already returned the Minghong Saber to its sheath. At this point, he clearly could not readily use the Heavenly Demon Demon Saber, nor could he readily use the Heavenly Demon Skill.
Feng Xiaofeng and the others had naturally noticed the Minghong Saber. Although he was somewhat surprised that the saber in Huang Xiao's hand was so battered, he gave it no further thought.
Wasn't it just an imitation saber? Who knew how many imitations of the Demon Hall's Supreme Demon Saber existed in the world? These sabers merely copied its shape