"Clang—"
The long saber clashed with Cao Jun's fist.
It wasn't a bump, but a brush.
There wasn't the force on the saber that Cao Jun had imagined, colliding fiercely with his fist.
It was more of a casual, light touch.
"Clang—"
The second saber had already slashed at Cao Jun's chest.
It was just a faint white mark.
The power on the blade was simply too weak.
"Haha—" Cao Jun laughed loudly, spinning around to throw a punch.
Naturally, he missed again.
But he was no longer afraid.
The opponent sacrificed strength for speed.
Unfortunately, coming from a small family, he didn't know that without absolute strength, without absolute attacking power, speed alone was useless.
Those watching around also noticed this. Some frowned, some murmured.
However, what they couldn't see was that the long saber in He Yangsun's hand slashed down very quickly, forming threads around Cao Jun.
