"Too slow!"
"Is that all your sword has to offer?"
"No! Absolutely not!"
On the empty training ground, Ji Huai's reprimands echoed intermittently, his weapon changing seamlessly within his grasp; every time Qin Chuan picked up his weapon with renewed vigor, he found himself defeated within five rounds.
It was as if yesterday's success of thirty rounds against Ji Huai was merely a hallucination of Qin Chuan.
Yet Qin Chuan knew that this was just Ji Huai starting to show his true skills.
What he was witnessing now was the pinnacle of his craft.
Standing before him now was a true Weapon Master.
"Clang—"
With another sound of steel clashing, Qin Chuan only felt Ji Huai's soft sword coil around his own horse-cutting saber like a snake, its force yanking the saber uncontrollably out of his hand, causing it to fly and embed itself obliquely ten meters away in the ground.
"You need more practice," Ji Huai said calmly as he retracted his weapon, delivering his verdict for the day.