'So you've finally lost your patience?'
He Zhiling's eyes narrowed. He had been full of confidence, thinking he could easily defeat Chen Cheng with his Great Success Level Saber Technique. But to his surprise, Chen Cheng's Body Technique was incredibly fast. He constantly dodged and weaved, keeping his distance, as slippery as an eel.
After dozens of exchanges, He Zhiling hadn't even managed to touch the hem of Chen Cheng's clothes. He was frustrated to the extreme.
Fortunately, he was experienced and level-headed, neither arrogant nor rash. He quickly adjusted his strategy, feigning exhaustion to show a decline in his strength. He deliberately revealed an opening, all to appear weak and lure his enemy in.
The trick worked. Chen Cheng changed his tactics and even attempted a counterattack, playing right into He Zhiling's hands.
'This Chen Cheng is still too young, too naive. He has no one to blame but himself for this loss!'
