"Sir is formidable!"
"Sir's swordsmanship has already reached a divine level."
"I'm far inferior to Sir!"
"Same here."
As Russell executed the peerless "Radiant Swordsmanship Technique" with the grace of a butterfly flitting amongst flowers, he sliced the green-skinned creature in front of him into corpse sticks.
The four knight attendants began to loudly flatter him, adequately serving as a mood-enhancing group.
Mr. Eric, although he didn't speak, nodded repeatedly, admitting to himself that he was no match for Russell's swordsmanship skill.
"It's a pity that my Battle Qi isn't solid enough. It takes me dozens of moves to kill an ordinary green-skin." Russell didn't get too carried away with pride, he was well aware of his current strength; no matter how good his swordsmanship was, it only added a flourish.
After all, brute strength could defeat a multitude, and without solid Battle Qi, one wouldn't be able to unleash the exquisite power of their swordsmanship.
