Kiana Sweating Profusely (Continued)

Fu Xuan nodded slightly as he read it.

"This kid's True Sword Control Art is becoming more and more impressive. General, you've taught him well."

"Hehe! You flatter me, Fu Qing. You are still too young and lack experience."

Jing Yuan smiled and shook his head.

That is indeed true.

A prodigy is still just a teenager; he has plenty of ambition but lacks maturity. In Jing Yuan's view, he still has a long way to go before becoming a true peak expert.

However, regardless of anything else, Yan Qing's swordsmanship is indeed among the best in Luofu today. Miss Ling Shuang, how will you respond to such divine might?

With such anticipation, Jing Yuan's eyes flashed, and he stared at the training ground with even greater seriousness.

In the training ground, Cheng Lingshuang's heart went from anticipation to confusion, from confusion to doubt, from doubt to certainty—and finally, only a blank expression remained.

"Miss Ling Shuang, be careful! This is the Myriad Swords Descend from Heaven!"

"Well!"

With a sigh of utter boredom, Cheng Lingshuang raised her sword finger and shot out a light sword aura.

Faced with the overwhelming sea of swords, like a raging tsunami, the invisible sword energy easily flew into the gaps between the layers of flying swords. It bounced and leaped unimpeded among the thousands of flying swords, passing over the few physical flying swords one by one, and finally came towards Yan Qing's body, lightly piercing through his chest.

"Well!"

Yan Qing, who was pushing the thousands of flying swords with all his might, suddenly felt a pain in his chest. As he looked down, the energy within his body completely stagnated and collapsed, and in an instant, the sea of Sky Sword disintegrated.

Clang!

Several physical flying swords also lost their energy and fell to Yan Qing's feet.

Yan Qing clutched her chest, which had no visible wounds, and knelt down weakly, her face pale and covered in sweat.

"What happened..."

"Fancy and chaotic, a complete mess."

"What?"

"Once a sword is drawn, it must either cut through or pierce through; these are the two most basic principles of swordsmanship. You've used so many fancy tricks, yet you can't even master these two simplest principles. Who taught you to use a sword like this? Or is this how the Xianzhou Sword Technique is supposed to be?"

Cheng Lingshuang walked up to Yan Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, and looked down at him with an indifferent and icy gaze.

Yan Qing panicked, clutching her aching chest, and said helplessly:

"I, I'm not..."

"With a sword in your heart, you can cleave through the stars even with nothing in your hands. Without a sword in your heart, no matter how many or how good the things in your hands are, they are nothing but a pile of broken copper and scrap iron. Utterly boring."

Cheng Lingshuang's tone contained no sarcasm or accusation, only indifference. But it was precisely this indifference that made Yan Qing feel even more ashamed.

She said it was boring.

Her assessment of her swordsmanship, which she had practiced diligently for many years and was extremely proud of, was not that it was immature or weak, but rather a light and casual remark—"boring."

Then, feeling disheartened, Cheng Lingshuang turned around and left.

That slender yet upright figure was like a peerless divine sword with its sharpness concealed, beautiful and moving, yet aloof and unparalleled.

"Fu Qing, what do you think?"

"Incomprehensible swordsmanship. I never imagined that Yan Qing's sword control technique could be broken in this way."

"Yes, even with my experience, there is only one person who could possibly be compared to her... the former Luofu Sword Master, Jingliu."

Jing Yuan watched the departing figure, a hint of doubt arose in his heart.

Can Master's swordsmanship really compare to Miss Ling Shuang's?

In my memory, Jingliu's sword was as cold as frost, its aura as bright as the moon—beautiful yet deadly.

However, compared to Ling Shuang's method of breaking the sword control technique with a wave of her hand, it seems to be a completely different style, or rather, not even in the same realm.

"Did I really rank her above the Jingliu realm?"

"General, what are you saying?"

"It's nothing. I was just saying that even if it were me, I would only be able to die in the face of such sword energy, right?"

"This is different. The general abandoned the sword and used a saber in his early years. He is a military general, not a swordsman. Moreover, he has the help of the Divine Monarch. That is the great power bestowed by the Emperor Bow Envoy and Fate, which is incomparable to ordinary people. No matter how strong Cheng Lingshuang's swordsmanship is, it is still just swordsmanship. She can never be a match for the general."

Despite Grand Tutor Fu's constant urging of General Jing Yuan to step down, she actually has absolute trust in General Jing Yuan's abilities.

Jing Yuan smiled slightly, neither confirming nor denying, which was tantamount to acknowledging Fu Xuan's judgment.

Then he raised his hand and gently patted his apprentice's head.

"What, has your Dao Heart shattered, Yan Qing?"

"... Master, am I really a complete mess?"

"That depends on what your expectations are for yourself."

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