"Brother Wang, let's stop, let's stop. Your knife technique is getting more formidable. I admit my inferiority. I can't match you."
The man was waving his hands repeatedly.
He was nearing sixty and named Hong Dan. He was a long-time good friend of Wang Dao and also a knife fanatic, devoted to practicing knife techniques. Nevertheless, his talent fell short of Wang Dao's. Despite years of practice, he had only managed to reach the pinnacle of perfection with the Shock Thunder Knife.
Ever since he'd heard that Wang Dao had reached the Unity of Man and Martial Arts, he'd frequently sparred with Wang Dao, hoping to make further progress himself.
Wang Dao sheathed his knife and chuckled: "You're a few years older than me, you just went ahead of me."
