Chapter 1291: Slapping Faces

Wu Dan figured he might have gotten himself into trouble, and planned to quickly defeat the one in front of him so he could go apologize.

Everyone knew that the proprietress of this world's number-one teahouse, Miss Hongxiu, even the sect leaders of the various major sects had to give her face, let alone the fact that she could come and go freely in the Demon Realm, and even the Demon King wouldn't say anything about it.

"Brother Ning, let's begin." Wu Dan wanted to end this match quickly.

Ning Chen tossed the sword in his hand; this sword was indeed quite good, and felt very solid in his grip.

Ning Chen looked at his opponent, nodded, then simply stood on the spot.

Seeing this, Wu Dan directly raised his sword and charged at Ning Chen to attack.

Everyone present was sharper than the last, so they could naturally tell that Wu Dan wasn't holding back at all.

After all, although this was only a minor sparring match, if he lost, Wu Dan would probably be mocked by the other sects for days.

One had to know that Wu Dan was the type who loved to show off the most, and what he took pride in was this sword art; if he lost to someone without a sect, that would naturally be extremely shameful.

Wu Dan held exactly this thought, so even though he knew he might have offended this shop's owner, and even that the person before him might have come to vent his anger on him, he still refused to yield.

After all, this concerned his own face.

However, Wu Dan suddenly felt that his worries seemed to have been for nothing, because he… simply couldn't beat the other party at all.

He saw Wu Dan hurriedly rushing toward Ning Chen; just as the sword was about to touch Ning Chen, Ning Chen vanished and reappeared behind him.

But Ning Chen didn't draw his sword, and instead waited for Wu Dan to react before slashing at him again.

The two went back and forth like this, and the people sitting in the audience all felt that Ning Chen was toying with Wu Dan like teasing a dog.

Ning Chen held his sword in one hand, occasionally parrying Wu Dan's sword art.

Suddenly, Wu Dan stopped attacking and glared furiously at the person before him: "What do you mean by this! Why do you keep dodging — you look down on me?!"

"Mm."

No one had expected that Ning Chen would actually directly agree with Wu Dan's words.

Even Wu Dan himself was choked up for a moment: "You — you!"

"Your ability is far too poor. Is this the prized disciple of the Dongqing Sect's Second Elder? That Second Elder's eye for talent is far too poor, isn't it? Or is it that the Second Elder's ability can only produce someone like you?"