Tak Jung-Hwa had no idea how long they had been going at it. The entire world seemed to have faded away and what remained was only the man in front of him, whose katana sliced through the air in such fluidity akin to flowing water, nimble and deadly.
He could not believe that this was the same man who had been sitting on a wheelchair a few moments ago. But just like the saying went, 'once bitten twice shy', Tak Jung-Hwa dared not underestimated him after the bitter lesson he had received more than seven years ago, even when beads of sweat started to roll down Luo Xuan's face, even when Luo Xuan's complexion was getting paler each passing second, even when—
