"Enough, and strong enough."
Dual swords, one resisting the long saber and Huben Spear at one's side, while the other, like a shuttle piercing through the waves towards the coast, lands between the neck. Shangguan Hong's eyes are always calm, yet give off a sharp impression.
"But not fast enough."
If you can't create tidal waves, it's meaningless before a swordsman like Shangguan Hong, whose sword is fast to the extreme. Understanding this principle, Liu Haizhu realized from the start that he was not a match for Shangguan Hong.
Perhaps on the battlefield, Liu Haizhu's move might kill more enemies than Shangguan Hong's, or be a thousand percent effective in a narrow box. But this is a duel, one-on-one, inadequately dense waves will only be easily pierced through.
Liu Haizhu was frank, spreading his hands, he said:
"I concede."
Shangguan Hong's victory is also a splendid textbook.
