Zhao Mei watched the two on stage, then couldn't help but turn to Zhao Hao and ask, "Little Hao, who do you think has the superior Swordsmanship?"
"Brother Wen," Zhao Hao said directly, without a shred of hesitation.
Zhao Mei asked, puzzled, "Oh? Didn't Shu Nan also defeat you with a single strike?"
"Shu Nan?" Zhao Hao couldn't help but snort coldly. "He only won because of his higher cultivation back then. I admit his Swordsmanship is better than mine, but he's nowhere near Brother Wen's level."
Zhao Mei nodded, then turned her curious gaze back to the two on the stage.
"SHIING!"
Shu Nan drew his sword. An eerie glint appeared in his eyes as he stared unblinkingly at Wen Qingye, his entire body emanating an aura of boundless sharpness.
"I wonder how long you can last against my Fast Sword."
Shu Nan roared, took a step forward, and violently swung his sword, sending a stream of sword light dancing through the air like a bolt of white silk.
