"Those sword techniques you used in close combat just now were from my own sect's sword art," Lu Zheng said.
"What about the Flying Sword?" Yue Yifeng asked.
When Yue Yifeng had closed in earlier, he had also exchanged blows with Lu Zheng's White Cloud Sword Art. Though it was not weak, it lacked the sharp, savage force characteristic of Sword Cultivators.
He had previously thought Lu Zheng mainly cultivated Flying Swords, and that his close-combat sword techniques were only for self-defense.
Now, it seemed that was not the case.
"That was the Flying Feather Riding Clouds Sword Control Scripture, passed down from Flying Feather Mountain in the Central Plains. It is also a very formidable sword-control art."
"Of course I know it's formidable." Yue Yifeng frowned. "I mean, it isn't your strongest technique?"
"It's decent." Lu Zheng shook his head. "After all, I have nine Flying Swords. Sword control is already one of my stronger methods."
Yue Yifeng blinked. Why did that sound so... insincere?
Yue Yifeng narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous aura rose from him. "So you only used Flying Swords against me because you look down on me?"
Liu Qingyan's expression changed, while Mo Yuexian hurriedly grabbed Yue Yifeng's sleeve.
Yet Lu Zheng looked at Yue Yifeng in surprise. "Didn't you say you wanted to see my Sword Dao?"
Yue Yifeng: ??? I thought you were just a Sword Cultivator! The muscles in Yue Yifeng's stone-like face finally twitched. "So you aren't a Sword Cultivator?"
"I am." Lu Zheng shook his head as though it were only natural. "Didn't you see that I can control swords?"
"Then what is your strongest technique?" Yue Yifeng had gone down a blind alley.
Lu Zheng rubbed his chin. His strongest? That was hard to say. He felt that all