Chapter 743
Even if Cheng Dalei had come face to face with Chen Meng with an ax, he might not have won so quickly. Even if they had fought on horseback, Cheng Dalei would not have won so easily.
But Cheng Dalei's prowess in lightness kung fu and the swift and fierce common man's sword left Chen Meng utterly incapable of fending off his attacks with only a pair of axes.
With a flash of his sword, Cheng Dalei aimed at Chen Meng's throat, the distance merely three fingers' width away, the sword tip trembling slightly.
Chen Meng stiffened, his hands holding two axes aloft but not daring to move a muscle.
"Come now, didn't you want to engage me in combat? Do you admit defeat now?"
Chen Meng's face alternated between the hues of green and red, his facial muscles rigid like stone. He had no option but to concede; he had been defeated by Cheng Dalei's sword. He felt repressed by his loss and refused to accept it, yet a loss was a loss.
