Fang Ziheng was clearly no match for this senior brother. After just ten moves, he grew powerless to defend himself, and his longsword was knocked to the ground.
This was a heavy blow to the third young master of Famous Sword Villa.
After spending so long in seclusion and breaking through to the Great Profound Sect Master level, he thought he could wield his sword and traverse the Jianghu, only to meet with repeated defeats.
What bothered him even more was his inability to stand up for the benefactor who had helped him.
Looking at the despondent Fang Ziheng, the middle-aged Taoist picked up the sword from the ground and handed it to him. He said lightly, "You've clearly been injured and can't exert your full strength. Winning against you like this brings me no honor."
Fang Ziheng accepted the sword with a bitter smile:
"That's not an excuse. I am well aware of the gap in our swordsmanship. Losing is losing—at worst, I'll train harder."
