At present, the strongest sword-path attack—a move that could not be defended against—was one of the Dao Extremity type. It was like the ninth of the Nine Unorthodox Techniques, No Move to Break: using the Dao Extremity Sword Art to attack where the enemy could not save themselves. That was the direction I wanted to pursue.
During meditation, the embryonic form of my own sword path gradually took shape, and the thought grew increasingly intense. From time to time, I even casually used it against Xing'er, repeatedly startling her into defending herself and saving her own life. It also left her filled with admiration and eager to learn.
I naturally did not keep it to myself. While comprehending it, I communicated and explained it to her through my thoughts. This benefited both of us greatly. Explaining it helped me understand its principles from beginning to end, while demonstrating it helped me apply it in practice and verify its feasibility.
In effect, Xing'er had become a witness to the evolution of my new sword art. Of course, for this sword art to fully mature, it still needed to be refined over time.
Before I knew it, the time for the competition was drawing near. Mu Li personally transmitted his voice into Xing'er's ear, telling her to immediately return to her own sword arena and prepare for the contest.
The area around the small sword arena was already packed with people. There were not only disciples from the arena, but also several descendants of aristocratic clans in the distance. It seemed word of last night's events had spread everywhere, making everyone curious about Xing'er. Everyone had probably come for her today's match.
From afar, I saw Mu Li looking toward Xing'er with a group of Sword Masters of various ranks, frightening Xing'er