My swordsmanship grew more and more refined. The rough edges caused by my initial lack of familiarity had gradually been smoothed away, and I no longer needed to use the Infinite Heavenly Sword's techniques to make up for my shortcomings. This meant that the several sword arts had become purer and more difficult to deal with!
The old man held out for a while longer, but soon found himself unable to withstand the frenzied bombardment of these ever-changing sword techniques. His sword intent was quickly shattered. Once his composure was disrupted, he naturally had no time to condense his own sword intent, allowing my side to go from weak to strong. Before long, the pressure I brought forth had become a towering presence, pressing down on the old man until he could barely breathe.
"Young man's swordsmanship is ever-changing. This old fellow can hardly keep up... Truly, the new waves of the Yangtze River drive on the old, and birds fly and fish leap as they pursue the new... This old man can't spend all his strength on you, junior, and let you refine your new sword techniques into something even more ingenious... Let's end this battle. I'll count this point as a gift to you..." The old man had lost the will to continue fighting. He clearly understood that I was using him as a whetstone for my sword, so he suddenly withdrew his sword and was swallowed up by my sword intent. Then, both he and I fell into a mass of white light. The outcome had been decided.
The old man was far too clever. He knew I was using him to train my sword, while defeating me would truly be difficult for him. After spending so much time, enough for several battles, losing this one was