The Heavenly Tiger Swordsman
Exist At The Same Level

“Hey, did you do all this to them?" The iron masked man appointed two imperial soldiers who were under his charge.

“If so why?" Hao Zhao responded very lightly, not at all dizzying in case he had to knock down the iron masked man as well.

The man with the iron mask was also Hao Zhao was already staring intently at each other, he said, Hao Zhao who questioned who the masked man was also the masked man who questioned who Hao Zhao was was the clear picture of why the two could stare at each other for quite a long time.

“What is this?" mumbled Hao Zhao wondering.

Hao Zhao had time to check how high the power level of the masked man was before obtaining enough information to bother him, how not if the masked man turned out to be on the exact same level as him.

Hao Zhao was beginning to worry about that, Hao Zhao had indeed found out that the level a swordsman could reach had improved a lot by now, but meeting people on the exact same level as him remains disturbing according to Hao Zhao.

Hao Zhao wondered if his former level had only managed to reach him one was now not too special, so that random masked men could achieve it. Where if he was, obviously Hao Zhao was not at all satisfied with his strength.

“If it is like this .. it means that I have been left behind a lot," murmured Hao Zhao, never getting used to the fact that he was no longer the strongest among the warriors.

In contrast to Hao Zhao who seemed dissatisfied with his strength just now, someone with an iron mask looked at Hao Zhao full of curiosity. Where the man questioned how there could be a younger generation could have power on par with him.

The iron masked man himself immediately tried to recall the related news of the young genius swordsmen from the Great sects who were often scattered, as they were, although still not remembering to have heard of Hao Zhao whose strength was far above all of them.

“Where did this young generation of geniuses come from?" The man with the iron mask continued to stare fixedly at Hao Zhao trying to guess which sect or group should Hao Zhao be from.

Paying attention to the robe that Hao Zhao was wearing, it was not the robe of a sect so things became increasingly difficult for the masked man to guess.

“Himself only looks like a descendant of a respected family mostly with his robe, is it possible that a noble family descendant there could reach this high strength even defeat the Main disciples of the Great sect?" muttered the masked man, it was still hard to believe seeing there was a figure like Hao Zhao among the young warriors.

“Hey, get your eyes off me." Hao Zhao after a long period of silence, warned the masked man not to try to offend him with the ominous glare of his eyes that had been in the beginning and the masked man showed.

The masked man immediately raised his eyebrows, not expecting the same young man to dare threaten him so he said, “Hey brat, lower the bit of pride you have. I know your strength is above most of the younger generation, but believe me fighting me won't be that easy for you."

Hao Zhao only grinned at the masked man's words, to be honest Hao Zhao was both curious and challenged as to whether the man could at least compensate him in the fight.

The masked man noticed the grin that emerged from Hao Zhao's face immediately clucked in annoyance, thinking Hao Zhao was too arrogant to dare as if to challenge him like that.

“Lock, I know our level of strength is equal, but the fighting experience I have is not something you can compare with." The masked man tried to give Hao Zhao some sense, if strength was not something that could only help win the fight even more when both sides were at an equal level of strength.

If you want to be compared, Hao Zhao has confidence that the masked man will not even have a tenth of his combat experience, added to the fact that almost all of the battles that Hao Zhao fought long ago were between life and death, added to Hao Zhao's belief that he could win easily against the masked man.

“Hey, if you feel your fighting experience is better than mine why don't we prove it quickly?" Hao Zhao started to pull out his sword from the space ring, wanting to make at least one serious exchange of attacks after a long time.

“What is it? Why did his sword seem to just appear from the void?" The masked man was surprised, seeing something he had never seen at all.

Hao Zhao realized that immediately wondered, is even the s.p.a.ce ring still something foreign even to a swordsman of his own level.

“Don't overreact like that, I have a Space ring if you don't know." Hao Zhao who did not want his opponent to be unfocused for thinking of something else when facing him.

“Ring Space? Young generation like you have something like that?" The masked man hearing Hao Zhao's words instead of being calm instead became increasingly curious, regarding who Hao Zhao was to be able to have such a luxurious object.

Indeed the masked man had heard of the Space ring several times, even so seeing it for himself was certainly a completely different thing.

“The Ring of Space even in the empire only the emperor as well as his confidants alone have it, how can you have such an object?" The masked man began to second-guess the identity of Hao Zhao, where the most likely one was Hao Zhao, the Main disciple of a Great sect, although the masked man did not know which one.

“How can I get this kind of thing what is your business? Stop talking nonsense and just go ahead, let me see how high you are with a level of strength equal to mine." Hao Zhao with the sword in his hand that had been raised, was so ready to be swung at any moment to welcome the attack of the masked man.

The masked man hearing Hao Zhao's words certainly felt offended, like being stepped on by his pride to receive such a remark from a younger generation.

The masked man pulled the sword from the scabbard after, briefly staring at Hao Zhao for a moment before darting towards Hao Zhao to stab him.

“Oh, fast enough." Hao Zhao could clearly see where the masked man was going if the masked man would attack, making Hao Zhao could have a clear picture of where his sword swing should be directed as well as which direction for him it was safe to dodge.

Hao Zhao not long after the masked man entered his strike range immediately swung the sword in his hand, making the two blades of the sword had now swung both from Hao Zhao as well as the masked man himself.

Two sword blades targeted their respective targets, of which only one sword managed to reach its target while the other missed its target.

Sashhh!

Blood splashed quite a lot on the wall there, where the masked man had dropped the sword in his hand because the hand used to hold the sword had now been cut.

“You're lucky your hand didn't break due to the sabetage of my sword" Hao Zhao said with his sword tucked neatly back in its sheath.