"That's it!"
After exchanging blows with Chen Ming, Zhou Weihao was initially cautious, defending himself tightly. But after a dozen moves, he didn't feel too much pressure, and such a thought surfaced in his mind.
So, he boosted his sword momentum, switching from defense to offense.
For a moment, the courtyard was dazzling with sword light, enveloping Chen Ming completely.
Zhou Weihao felt that in his lifetime, he had never wielded his sword technique so freely as he did at that moment. He could fully unleash everything he had learned throughout his life.
At this point, as if blessed with insight, even some sword techniques he hadn't mastered before came to him effortlessly.
It wasn't until over a hundred moves later that he felt some pressure. In a careless moment, a blade was placed horizontally at his throat, marking his defeat.
Zhou Weihao was somewhat annoyed, thinking, "I shouldn't have used that move."
