Blind Swordsman

Wu Long hid the spear he took out earlier, leaving only the sword as the man opposite him shifted the sword in its sheathe into his right hand and gripped the handle with his left.

"You decided to not play any tricks?"

Wu Long chuckled as he saw that. The way the man held the sword before implied he was right handed, and there were no signs of it being otherwise.

"I can't if I want to take on an opponent like you"

The man replied in a calm voice, but there was still a tinge of excitement he failed to hide.

"And what kind of opponent am I?"

"Someone who deserves my respect"

The swordsman slowly took out the sword, revealing a perfectly maintained weapon.

"Before we begin, will you not satisfy my curiosity? You are clearly the disciple of that fraud who calls himself the Sword God, but why are you not the Prime Disciple?"

"Hmm, a pity, I thought you were someone deserving my respect... but it seems even I can be mistaken"