The field was silent as a grave, Su Mu walked leisurely to Zhang Jin's side and returned the sheathed long saber.
Zhang Jin was still in a dazed state, his hand instinctively reaching out to take the long saber, replaying Su Mu's earlier strike repeatedly in his mind.
Yet, let alone comprehending its intricacies, he couldn't figure out when exactly Su Mu made that strike, despite his efforts to recall.
If it were anyone else on the field, Zhang Jin might have immediately suspected some sort of trickery beforehand.
The masters of Hongmen Martial Arts Hall have always inherited the name 'Hong Saber.' Among the world's weapons, sabers make up half, and Hongmen stands on saber techniques; although Zhang Jin's talent in Sword Dao wasn't great, he preferred practicing fists usually.
But as a second-generation disciple of the martial hall, his saber techniques were indeed good due to constant exposure, yet he couldn't see through his benefactor's saber today.
