Chu Cangming was taken aback, and the eager, sharp glint in his eyes quietly faded.
To him, a dedicated student of the Sword Dao, fighting a Martial Artist who used a heavy weapon was simply less interesting. Heavy weapons were all about wide, sweeping movements, emphasizing brute force over finesse. Though their techniques were incomparably fierce, they lacked subtlety. It was like a brute swinging an axe to chop wood—how could it possibly compare to the ever-changing, nimble grace of a sword?
While some advanced methods for wielding heavy weapons had their own subtleties, they could never match the elegance of a sword.
When the two arrived at the Langhuan Book Tower, Chu Cangming simply gave a brief salute and said a few words.
"Junior Brother Xu, feel free to look around."
With that, he transformed into a cyan shadow and strode away, the fluttering hem of his robes trailing ethereal wisps of Powerful Qi.
