Oppressed by Zhao Guang, Horace finally managed to quickly retreat in a moment of respite.
"I concede, I concede. I never expected your swordsmanship to be so advanced, it far surpasses mine."
Horace blushed a little. It wasn't just surpassed; it was surpassed by a great margin, as they were not even on the same level.
Famed for his relentless attacks, he discovered for the first time that someone else's swordsmanship could be even more continuous. Zhao Guang's previous attacks, while seemingly never explosive with each strike, always seemed poised to erupt.
He certainly couldn't achieve that level, otherwise, he wouldn't have been suppressed like a dog.
However, Zhao Guang's swordsmanship also inspired him, letting him know the direction of his future efforts.
If he could keep working in this direction, perhaps his family's swordsmanship could advance further. Nonetheless, it wasn't easy, and he felt embarrassed to ask Zhao Guang for guidance.
