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Sun Chongyang came from the Taiji Sect, a sect that cultivated both talisman arts and swordsmanship. Its swordsmanship could not be called particularly ornate, but every move contained dozens of variations. Once deduced, the changes became exceedingly intricate. This was remarkably similar to Senior Brother Yan. His moves looked simple, but in truth they were ever-changing. You might slash at him with one sword, and he would return a sword strike of his own. That strike might appear to be chopping bamboo, yet it could still hit you with perfect accuracy. Thus, the moment he attacked, it seemed as though his sword transformed into a myriad of forms, unfathomable as ghosts and gods.
If it had been anyone else, they might not have grown dizzy and dazzled, but they would certainly have been bewildered by this swordsmanship, which used the same postures while being as intricate as a kaleidoscope. They would then find themselves at a loss, and more often than not, that was the beginning of defeat.
After studying with Senior Brother Yan for some time, Sun Chongyang had indeed absorbed quite a bit of his style. When his moves shifted, they looked like a single sword strike, yet came down like a violent storm, difficult to withstand!
But I was no longer the person I had once been. Faced with moves like these, my response was just as simple and decisive. The moment my sword came out, it had to force the enemy to save himself. This was what my Sword Demon Master had taught me to use against him, and it was also what I used against Senior Brother Yan. I had no fixed moves at all. I followed the enemy's attack and naturally struck back. Under such a method, Sun Chongyang was forced to retreat