Fang Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, completely motionless. The rain of flying swords filling the sky failed to elicit the slightest reaction from him.
"Since we agreed on a hundred moves, choosing not to strike out of fear of losing this match and treating it with such apathy will only tarnish your state of mind," Jiang Shun said faintly.
The crowd was slightly startled. As it dawned on them, their expressions grew increasingly strange.
Chapter 158