Wang Chen had actually misunderstood one thing.
It was that the Confucian-capped man did not care about the so-called "Art of Concealing Weapons", even dismissing it as a Martial World deception.
But the intent to take down Wang Chen was crystal clear.
Having witnessed Wang Chen slay several interceptors, the Confucian-capped man had a high regard for his strength. Therefore, despite the air of superiority he projected, he did not underestimate Wang Chen.
"Bold move!"
As Wang Chen hurled the long saber towards him, the Confucian-capped man bellowed deeply and drew his own sword in a flash, instantly blocking and deflecting the incoming weapon.
Clang!
The clash of blade and sword resounded with a clear and piercing tone.
The Confucian-capped man's expression became serious, his longsword shimmering like a pool of autumn water, its chilling sharpness forbidding.
The sword and the man seemed to merge into one!
