The Smiling, Proud Wanderer Comes to an End

Ren Woxing's mouth fell open into an O shape.

When it came to swordsmanship, he was also a master among masters.

He was proficient in eight superior sword arts, each with distinct styles and entirely different sword paths, and had fused them into one.

Some were fierce and aggressive, some continuous and unrelenting, some nimble and swift, some mighty and steady.

It could be said that they encompassed every principle of sword use in this world.

Yet Li Lin's swordsmanship did not conform to sword principles at all. It looked more like the work of a novice swordsman, and its speed was not beyond reason either.

And yet, with such a childish-looking sword technique,

he had defeated the head of the Wudang Sect.

Only Feng Qingyang remained relatively calm. He had also seen the flaw in Chongxu Swordplay.

It was simply that, if he had been the one on the field, he could not have broken it with such effortless ease.

With just the sword, he would only need to shift his position and wait for the flaw to run into his blade's tip on its own.

But it had also incorporated Tai Ji Quan.

It had already filled in the nearly flawless gaps of the Liangyi Sword, which had originally been full of weaknesses.

Fang Zheng, meanwhile, was utterly baffled.

He had no idea how Li Lin had won.

If he had faced Chongxu himself,

he would surely have circulated the Yi Jin True Qi flowing endlessly through his Eight Extraordinary meridians, using it to drive the Thousand-Hand Tathagata Palm and create an impenetrable mass of palm shadows.

This would force Chongxu to use Tai Ji Quan to conjure circles of light, trapping them in a contest of inner strength.

He was younger, physically stronger, and the Yi Jin