Ji Xinghuo observed his opponent and opened their profile.
Martial Arts Sixth Dan, around 7500 points, more than 57000 total matches, with a win rate of 53%, neither the points nor the win rate met the standard, still some distance from the Seventh Dan.
But he didn't take it lightly.
A martial artist with tens of thousands of battles under their belt had rich experience; even a pig, after nearly sixty thousand matches, wouldn't be easy to deal with.
Moreover, the opponent's weapon was a long spear.
Ji Xinghuo switched his weapon to a longsword, and as soon as the countdown finished, he immediately took the initiative to attack.
He moved swiftly forward in a step, the longsword aiming straight for the opponent's middle, his body swaying left and right with feints as he rapidly closed in, hoping to disrupt the opponent's balance. However, the opponent didn't fall for any of the feints. It was as if they hadn't seen them at all, and the long spear made a direct thrust.
"Damn."
