After their exchange, Yang Jing felt an exhilarating rush surge through every limb and bone, and his fighting spirit soared higher still.
In his previous battles, whether against Ma Guoliang or his other opponents, the gap between their strengths had been considerable. It was difficult to stir this kind of fierce excitement that came from meeting a worthy match.
Su Muyuan was a fine opponent. His Flowing Cloud Swordplay was exceptionally sharp. That slash against Yang Jing's fist had actually brought a faint, prickling pain, leaving his arm slightly numb from the impact.
From that single, hurried clash, Yang Jing had already gained a rough measure of Su Muyuan's strength.
Su Muyuan was indeed powerful, but not beyond his ability to contend with. In fact, when it came to sheer, overwhelming force, Yang Jing held a slight advantage.
Su Muyuan specialized in Flowing Cloud Swordplay alone, cultivating this upper-grade true art to the very limit of the peak Qi-Devouring Realm. His study of swordsmanship ran deep, every movement carrying the true essence of the sword. Among the younger generation, his strength stood at the very top.
Fortunately, Yang Jing had cultivated both his martial arts to the Qi-Devouring Realm: the upper-grade true art, Indestructible True Art, and the Mountain-Splitting Seal, whose power rivaled an upper-grade true art.
The internal qi produced by these two arts was already extraordinarily pure and powerful. Only by fusing them could he gain a slight edge over Su Muyuan in a head-on clash.
Of course, that was also because neither his Indestructible True Art nor his Mountain-Splitting Seal had reached the peak Qi-Devouring Realm. Otherwise, his advantage over Su Muyuan would have been far more than slight.
Still, that only demonstrated just how powerful Su Muyuan was.
A martial artist cultivating two ordinary mid-grade true