Zhao Qian'er tilted her head, thinking the situation might be hard for the two men to imagine in all its intensity and bloodshed, and added:
"This big lug let out a scream, though I really don't know why it was so loud since I had already split it in two. Yup, it fell to the ground and couldn't get up again."
"Hey, seriously, Brother Rong'er, Uncle Li Bai, you shouldn't underestimate this big lug. It was a worthy opponent that helped refine my swordsmanship."
Zhao Rong and Li Bai kept a straight face.
Who exactly was underestimating it?
Zhao Qian'er couldn't help but sigh, then shook her head as if she were weary of the world.
"I had just entered the Vast Realm not long before, and I didn't realize how powerful my sword was when using eighty percent of my strength. Now I have a better idea and I'm not as arrogant as the young lady says I was. A Sword Cultivator must be humble, like a sword that hides its edge. Hmm, so my sword could roughly equal a big lug like that one."
