"That 150 moves, do you remember it?"
Yu Xuetong snorted coldly, mocking someone, who couldn't do that?
"150 moves..."
The robed True Sage likewise smirked wryly, his smile filled with self-mockery.
"That day, Ouyang Zhenxue asked how many moves it would take to defeat my disciple with pure swordsmanship alone. Xiao Jun answered, '150 moves.' At the time, I laughed at his hypocrisy, but now..."
The robed True Sage sneered and suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"I finally understand what that '150 moves' means. It means using my full strength, all kinds of equipment, everything I've got, he could win within 150 moves!"
Isn't it shameful to say such things?
No, not at all shameful. Anyone who could deliver that one strike just now, even if they were just a Qi Cultivator who could unleash such a strike once in their lifetime by burning their vital blood, would surely agree that you are right!
That stunning strike represents that person's talent.
