The young Ruan Shantao had indeed never killed anyone, but he had certainly fought plenty.
This fact could also be seen from his strange sword, which was covered in so many cuts and scratches that they were almost uncountable. Any ordinary sword would likely have broken on the spot, but this unusually thick "Rectangular Sword" had survived numerous battles and remained composed, even growing more formidable with each fight.
"So, you're saying this isn't a sword?"
After yet another day of sword dueling, finally, one of the students who had been beaten couldn't help but complain.
"This is surely more of an iron club, isn't it?"
"This is indeed a sword."
The young Ruan Shantao raised the Rectangular Sword and argued on the basis of reason.
"Do you have any issues with my Sword of the Gentleman?"
"Yes."
Facing Ruan Shantao, who held up the heavy sword blade, the student who had fallen to the ground nodded.
Then, he raised his hand and pressed a clasp on his waist.
