His spear is good, but that sword is too strong.
Pei Ye tried to strike twice more, both times his sword strikes were countered with simple moves that defied logic, as if relying entirely on an acute intuition.
And this intuition never errs.
Pei Ye watched silently as Yong Ji fought with increasing valor, the massive spear tip and the gleaming sword blade danced before his eyes, like some kind of dazzling dance.
So fast. So strong. So familiar. So hard to let go.
The old man indeed used the sword like this, just like when he was young.
Later, he lost his sight, and eighteen years later, the swordsmanship that remained still arrogantly swayed during the Feather Scale Test, with no one able to clash with it.
But Pei Ye was in a daze for a long time because he realized that he could surpass it.
