The black-clad man possessed deep inner strength and fine swordsmanship. In the blink of an eye, he lunged at Ji Boying and stabbed seven or eight times.
Every move was vicious, yet utterly inelegant.
Rolling like a lazy donkey, a wild dog pissing, a monkey stealing peaches—he used every sort of posture in the black-clad man's hands.
Every stance was venomous and ugly, yet he executed them in an unbroken flow, with extraordinary momentum.
"Th-this... Father, what school's martial arts is this man using? Why is it so strange?"
Lin Zhennan and Madam Wang exchanged a glance, but both shook their heads, unable to make sense of it.
Anyone with skills like his would be a renowned figure in the martial world.
Yet Lin Zhennan and Madam Wang had never even seen these sword moves before.
The way he wielded his skills carried the fierce aura of a battlefield.
Yet his moves were venomous and ugly.
Put together, they were naturally full of discord, leaving people with a strange feeling.
Such bizarre martial arts ought to have been used by those from unorthodox paths.
"Perhaps... perhaps it is some unorthodox school. Or perhaps... someone from the demon cult."
Lin Zhennan guessed.
If he could not see through it, how could Ji Boying fail to?
The swordsmanship in this man's hands resembled spears and halberds, and that alone let him guess most of it.
To wield a thin iron sword with the imposing force of a great spear or halberd was naturally the Songshan Sect Sword Technique.
But the Songshan Sect had the Thirteen Taibao, and Ji Boying could not immediately determine whether the man before him was Zuo Lengchan.
But now that he saw how venomous and ugly the man's moves were, he could be sure.
Zuo Lengchan's inner strength