The fierce battle on the arena raged on, fist winds sweeping through the sky as sword shadows crisscrossed, sealing off every direction.
Yang Jing's aura expanded and circulated around him. Every punch and palm strike flowed freely, unrestrained and utterly at his command, filling his heart with exhilarating satisfaction.
Since entering the Jintai Grand Tournament, he had never encountered a peer against whom he could cut loose and fight to his heart's content.
His previous opponents had either been so feeble that they collapsed within a few moves, or so far removed from him in strength that there was no contest to speak of.
Only today, facing Jiang Yun, did he possess both the confidence to dominate the battle and the give-and-take of meeting a worthy opponent. Every attack, defense, advance, and retreat followed a clear method; every lethal exchange tested them at their peak. The fighting spirit pent up within him poured out through collision after collision, leaving his entire body invigorated and his mind clear.
He knew full well that in sheer true qi reserves and physical constitution, Jiang Yun genuinely fell a cut below him.
True qi born from the fusion of three arts was far beyond anything a single true art could match. It was an absolute difference in tier.
Yet despite that overwhelming disadvantage, despite being suppressed throughout and bearing tremendous strain in both body and mind, Jiang Yun still showed no signs of collapsing.
After fully unleashing his supreme Sword Path techniques, pouring out all his true qi, and revealing every trump card, he had actually relied on his heaven-reaching mastery of the sword to withstand wave after wave of Yang Jing's furious assaults head-on.
Every block was barely managed, every redirection of force pushed him to his limits, and every collision sent his