"Old man, I laugh at your arrogance and presumptiveness."
The man with the hooked nose retorted, "When have I ever been arrogant and presumptuous?"
"You are a master of swordsmanship, you think I am not? You think I was fooled by your feints?"
Mo Da countered," Have you seen all the Illusionary Swords in the world?"
"I have fought from Pingdingzhou all the way to Luzhou, seen the styles of every school and sect from the Five Sacred Mountains, Shaolin and Wudang. What swordsmanship haven't I seen?"
"Big talk," Mo Da couldn't be bothered to explain any further.
The hooked-nose man grew angrier, "Playing tricks with your sword and your words, Hengshan Swordsmanship is nothing special."
"I still prefer dead men."
"Dead men can't talk back."
When Mr. Mo Da heard him insulting Hengshan Swordsmanship, he was just about to retort.
Just then, a voice rang out from a distance.
