Lin Rui pointed his blade at Han Xian'er's neck, the corner of his lips slightly rising, "You lost!"
He cared deeply for his own subordinates; how could he allow Han Xian'er's arduously cultivated 8SSS+ Secret Sword to be exposed under the gaze of so many Eighth and Ninth Realm experts present?
However, Han Xian'er's sword style was indeed too slow, with glaring flaws.
It seemed she had barely mastered it, yet not practiced to proficiency. Against ordinary Seventh Realm combatants, perhaps even Eighth Realm fighters, it posed little trouble. But when facing true masters, she might not even have the opportunity to unsheathe the blade. She must further practice and enhance, or awaken a bloodline ability to increase speed.
Han Xian'er, on the other hand, was completely blank-minded. Had she really lost this quickly?
