"I think I finally understand."
The eyes of the woman in white beside him seem to reflect a flash of realization as she says, "As the saying goes, in martial arts, only speed cannot be broken. Dustless's sword strikes seem random, but he is fast enough to disregard the number of sword qi."
"Unexpectedly, this person turns out to be a formidable opponent."
Ling Hai finally understands; everything Lan Xingling said before is probably true. As for who ultimately triumphs in this sparring match, it's really uncertain who will defeat whom.
"How is this possible?"
Ling Feng's eyes, filled with purplish qi, quickly reflect a look of shock. Under the blessing of the Purple Extreme Sword Eye, the power of his sword techniques greatly increases, and the sword move he is using, Fierce Wind Style, is a powerful saint-level sword move from their family lineage, which should have killed Ling Chen instantly.
"I told you, you're just a buffoon."
