"A flying knife defeating a giant sabre, is she dreaming?"
"Hahaha, Chu Ling's Ghost Head Sabre is a Divine Weapon, how can a mere hidden weapon break it!"
"Chu Ling's sabre skills are immaculate; he has reached the level where not even water can penetrate him. There was a time when someone splashed water on him, yet not a single droplet clung to his clothes. If water can't get through, how could a flying knife!"
Upon seeing Nie Qingwu pull out a flying knife, laughter immediately erupted from the audience.
Whereas the highly tense Instructor Wei, upon witnessing this, couldn't help but relax and regained his confident demeanor.
"Heh, playing with flying knives before me, you really have some nerve!" Chu Ling also laughed heartily, pointing at Nie Qingwu with the tip of his sabre, "Come on, if you can scratch even a single hair on me with that flying knife, I'll consider it your loss!"
"These are your words, don't go back on them now!"
