Chapitre 253: Battle Style

Duncan looked at the downed Envoy Ming and shook his head.

Sure enough, cultivators seemed to forget the basic martial arts training they received as mortals after being cultivators for a long period of time. Looking at Envoy Ming's bloodied form to emerge from the rubble below, he couldn't help but lament about it inwardly.

Envoy Ming emerged from the rubble with blood dyeing his robes. He had a dignified look on his face. He looked at Duncan with hatred in his eyes. But, deep in his heart he was relieved that Duncan didn't press on.

The slash from Duncan had scored a gash across his torso. But, it was the punch that hurt him the most. His sternum ached even now. Seeing Duncan looking down on him from above, Envoy Ming felt indignant in his heart.