Then, he was defeated.
Defeated utterly and completely.
Although in the world of reputation, he was on par with [Hundred Slashes] Liu Shangfeng, Su Qianhu knew he lacked the most important element.
The element concerning [Qi].
His family, the Su, didn't have such profound heritage.
To understand and wield [Qi] at the grass roots level was something only large clans and powerful factions could afford.
Therefore, his Swift Wind Sword was merely fast, purely fast! Both the sword and his steps were fast, but such speed, in the face of absolute power disparity, was worn down.
Consequently, Su Qianhu, in front of his enemies, had become mediocre, utterly useless.
Because his much-prided speed, in front of the Blood Demon, was worth nothing.
Su Qianhu couldn't quite describe how he felt at the moment; that phrase 'nothing special' seemed to negate his entire life, igniting a fire of irritation in him.
