Most warriors in the universe were like candles, but to be silkworms of the Very High were like blazing bonfires.
Han Sen had planned to spend more time observing Gru's sword skills, but now he had to fight.
Han Sen's fingers twitched, and Spell's twin pistols roared madly, rapidly spitting out bullets.
The steel greatsword in Gru's hands flashed like the wind, cutting each bullet in half. Not a single bullet could escape the wondrous sword lights.
A heavy steel greatsword spun around Gru like a bolt of pure lightning.
"Those are some good sword skills," Han Sen complimented his opponent.
Gru's skills were inferior to Lone Bamboo's talents, but Han Sen appreciated the fact that these techniques were incredibly stable. Every movement was rigorously practiced and could be used with a solid stance. The man was unleashing the max potential of his skills.
