Under the bizarre and lightning-fast sword technique, the meridians circulating through my body also moved at the fastest, most optimal pace. My body curved like a bow one moment and straightened like a sword the next, while the sword technique alternated between speed and stillness, completely sealing off my opponent's movements and sword attacks.
Lord Tasting Sword's control was like walking atop a mountain of blades at the summit, and now I, too, felt the perilous thrill of wielding a sword on the brink of disaster. The enemy's sword even brushed past my body, skimming my ear and slicing by my side, yet it never harmed me in the slightest. This perfectly intimate sensation had pushed my swordsmanship up by more than one level!
Indeed, Lord Tasting Sword's sword was faster, and his movements were more frenzied, as though raging flames had erupted and a bull were charging wildly in every direction. At times, he was like a master craftsman threading a needle, each thrust precise to the utmost. Such control was naturally beyond what I could grasp right now. It was experience forged through countless peak battles and blood-soaked wars. If I wanted to reach Lord Tasting Sword's state, perhaps I would need a hundred years—or even a thousand years—of tempering in the way of the sword!
Using Lord Tasting Sword's sword technique, I could never defeat Lord Tasting Sword.
Yet knowing Lord Tasting Sword's sword technique might allow me to defeat him. That was the difference. But it was still too early to speak of "defeating" him. Insight could not be gained in a moment. Perhaps only after a hundred battles would I be qualified to say that I had stepped through the gate of Lord Tasting Sword's swordsmanship.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
The two hundred and first opponent