Zhao Changhe was genuinely starting to enjoy the fight. When he challenged Lei Zhentang earlier, it was not just to provoke him—he truly wanted to fight.0

Even though he knew he might lose, as someone who practiced the Vicious Blood Art, he could not help but crave battle, especially so when his blood had already begun boiling.0

Fortunately, he managed to suppress that impulsive urge or the bloodlust in his eyes might have been hard to conceal.0

In fact, with him restraining his Vicious Blood Art and relying on the sword instead, he was only able to exhibit about half of his usual strength. Yet, he found himself enjoying the fights even more. It felt a lot like the time he had charged through the Kunlun Secret Realm, constantly facing new challenges and pushing himself to think creatively. The thrill of inspiration and innovation in these moments was something he rarely experienced when wildly swinging a saber.0

Perhaps he just liked novelty? No… It was the joy of a martial artist encountering new challenges, much like a gamer finding an exciting new area to explore.0

He had always dabbled in the sword but never fully committed to it, and now he was finding it more and more fun. The feeling of using a sword was vastly different from a saber.0

The saber was wild, fierce, straightforward, and powerful.0

With a saber, there was raw power—brutal, straightforward, and capable of cleaving through armies.0

With a sword, there was grace and freedom—offering the joy of complex maneuvers and variations as well as swift strikes of lethal precision.0

He was...0