After steadying his body, Preston's face color changed from a sick green to pale white as he stared at Darryl. His eyes were full of disbelief. 'That…that is impossible. He is still so young. How can he have such high attainments in his swordsmanship?'

Preston had expended half of his internal energy on that attack, but Darryl easily defeated it. The most offensive aspect was Darryl's weapon, a wooden stick. He would be the laughingstock of the cultivators if they knew a Saber Saint like him wa