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There was nothing more exhilarating than a close-range thunderous strike. No matter how far a Sword Immortal had cultivated, how sturdy the armor they wore, or how skilled they were at evasion, the instant someone closed in, they would feel as though they had been fixed in a venomous snake's sights!
Because no matter how powerful the body's meridians were, they would ultimately have vital weak points. No sword could withstand an attack aimed directly at those weaknesses, so Lu Xian'er was right not to let her opponent get close by every means at her disposal.
But Sword Tester Lord's control over swordsmanship had reached perfection. In close combat, his Inch-Square Sword Dao could launch an Inch-Square Strike at any moment to close the distance. As long as the enemy revealed even the slightest weakness, he could deliver a lethal blow.
Clang, clang, clang!
Under my tutelage, Lu Xian'er's Little Sword Art had already approached the Infinite Heavenly Sword. Her comprehension was extraordinarily high, even surpassing mine in some respects. Some sword techniques became clear to her with the slightest guidance, and she could even deduce them in reverse. That was the aspect most worth learning from her. Thus, with the dense sword rain and the coordination of countless variations, Sword Tester Lord couldn't crush her as easily as he had his other opponents.
The strength of the Inch-Square Sword Dao lay in seeking weaknesses roughly the size of an inch square. As long as there was enough distance for it to be unleashed, the opponent would seize the opportunity without hesitation. No matter what had to be exchanged for it, nothing was more important than sending the enemy to their death.
One would die, and the other would live. That was the ultimate result of the Sword Dao,