Chapter 543 — Riding the Tiger
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Shen Mu did not let any subtle change in his face escape notice. Noting the shrinking of his pupils, the smile on his face gradually deepened. "Zhe Huali, you may now perform his saber technique for me to see."
Zhe Huali immediately felt an invisible pressure bearing down on his Dao-heart!
Shen Mu's question—whether he had learned it with one hand or two—exerted an unparalleled weight on his Dao-heart, because Luo Wushuang was the One-Armed Divine Saber!
To have learned with one hand meant his other arm was useless—an arm that served no purpose in battle. Whatever divine ability or Dao technique he employed, it would never perfectly fuse with the arm that held the saber, and thus there would be a flaw to exploit.
To have learned with two hands meant he had not learned Luo Wushuang's one-armed divine saber at all. Wielding Luo Wushuang's saber technique with two hands could never produce a perfect technique, could never grasp the essence of Luo Wushuang's way of the blade!
This time, Zhe Huali had been ordered to descend to the mortal realm. Beyond Luo Wushuang's wish, his primary goal was to find from Furi Luo a way to perfect his saber technique, and through trial and battle to remedy his deficiencies, to advance further and become a young true god in the arts of the Dao.
And now, in a single exchange, his opponent had seen through his substance and his emptiness. Whether he drew his saber or not, he was riding a tiger and could not get off.
Outside the sand-table world, the Woodcutter Sage's eyes lit up. He glanced at the Black Tiger God beside him and said in a low voice, "His state of mind is absurdly strong—he suppressed Zhe Huali's state of mind the moment they met. Why did you say his cultivation of mind was too poor?"
The Black Tiger God's two ears flattened against the back of his head with a swish. He whined softly in grievance, "His state of mind really is poor—his expression changes at the slightest thing… Right, my lord, didn't you also say just now that his temperament was too flighty and his cultivation of mind too poor?"
The Woodcutter Sage's expression did not change. "I did not. Don't talk nonsense. You heard wrong."
The Black Tiger God's mouth twisted. A vein bulged on the Woodcutter Sage's forehead. The Black Tiger God hastily lowered his gaze and smiled apologetically, "This little tiger heard wrong."