Trapped in a desperate situation in the arena, Yang Jing gradually slipped into a state of sudden enlightenment amid his gamble with life and death. His taut, despairing mind quietly underwent an earth-shaking transformation.
The moment he had faced the full eruption of "Heavenly Saber Descends," scripture-woven saber light had blanketed the sky and crushed down upon him. That absolute suppression, born of a supreme scripture, had indeed brought a terrifying, almost suffocating pressure.
Saber light sealed off every direction, and killing intent soaked into his muscles and bones. Every thread of sharpness carried a rhythm of slaughter beyond this world's martial system, crushing down layer by layer, making his flesh tremble and his blood and qi surge as his defenses strained with every exchange.
At that moment, a trace of genuine helplessness had risen in Yang Jing's heart.
He could clearly sense the gaps in his defenses being relentlessly targeted. Wounds piled up on his body, and his true qi drained ever faster. He felt as though he stood amid towering waves and raging seas, liable to be swallowed and utterly crushed by the overwhelming saber assault at any moment.
He had even prepared himself for the worst. If he continued passively holding out, endlessly suppressed by his opponent's scripture-based saber attacks, he would inevitably exhaust himself and suffer a collapse in his defenses within a few more exchanges, losing this clash at the summit and surrendering the highest crown of the Jintai Grand Tournament.
But the wonder of martial sudden enlightenment lay precisely in wisdom born of desperation, in seeking life within death.
As he cast aside stray thoughts and devoted himself entirely to attacking, defending, and parrying, his fists and palms shattered the diving saber light with precision, while his body repeatedly endured the wash of residual