Indeed, Zhao Douan's forehead gradually seeped with sweat, feeling the continuous pull and consumption of his Qi mechanism by the opponent during each Sword Dao clash. On the surface, it seemed like a showcase of blooming flowers, but as the participant, he clearly perceived that Zuo Tang's timing in each stroke was exceedingly deft, minimizing energy consumption, whereas he was only able to withstand due to his youthful vigor and robust blood flow.
"Don't blindly follow his rhythm; in the Peach Blossom Sword Skill, there is a move to break the move. Sword Dao skirmish is the essence of all worldly confrontation. Once one reaches a profound level, it's not about finding flaws to attack, but rather positioning oneself in an undefeated stance and waiting for the opponent to make a mistake—then victory comes without a fight."
Suddenly, the Empress's voice reached Zhao Douan's ears, invigorating his spirits, prompting him to adjust his moves.
