chapter 107 deprived of identity

Only then did more than a dozen instructors look at Zhang Qing and others.

"It's such a fast knife, it cuts off the hamstring in one stroke!"

A first-level instructor exclaimed, being able to make such a perfect sword with one stroke would not be possible without decades of skill.

The three major deans and the star mentor all saw it. The sword was almost flawless, and ordinary people couldn't tell who they were. They were all old monsters who had lived for...