Everyone naturally grew concerned about the situation. In a one-on-one fight, Ling Tian was at a disadvantage, because Li Chenfei understood the characteristics of the Heaven's Path Sect's swordsmanship all too well. After all, it was also the core of Heavenly City's swordsmanship today.
In a high-speed battle, both sides' health bars dropped rapidly. Most of the expenditure came from the clashes between their shields and Sword Qi. Of course, if a sword pierced into the core of the Dao body, the health bar would be emptied outright. This also proved how cautious they both were, terrified that one mistake would knock them out.
Ling Tian's fighting style was not unchanging. He had stopped his earlier fierce assault long ago; otherwise, he would have handed Li Chenfei the victory already.
Li Chenfei was the child most like Li Poxiao. Aside from being a little shy, nearly everything else about his temperament was just like his master's. He had learned eight or nine parts of his swordsmanship as well—rigid and methodical, yet brimming with vitality. As a result, Ling Tian's dazzling, intricate swordplay seemed somewhat like playing the lute to a cow.
It was as though all the complicated, ever-changing moves that reached Li Chenfei were met with utterly ordinary responses. That was the difference between the two sides' swordsmanship at present.
As a swordsman ranked below disciples such as Shaozi and Xiangling, Ling Tian had plenty of spirit, but his swordsmanship still lacked Shaozi's ruthlessness and fearless momentum. His moves and sword intent remained overly contrived, the result of having received too much guidance from renowned masters.
My own swordsmanship was more flexible and ever-changing. Since the countless forms of swordsmanship all came from my own insight and had been gathered into one, methods of countering my opponent came naturally