Chu Tianhe’s gaze fell upon Feng Xiaochao, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.
Feng Xiaochao’s swordsmanship was certainly not something mastered overnight; he must have been a master of the blade even before he was transformed by the genetic serum. Yet, why would a master of the blade—someone who had achieved an inner sword intent—shatter his own state of mind to make use of such a transformative genetic serum?
"Take my second strike!"
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