Luoshui.
Beneath the surface of the lake.
Flashes of blade light and sword shadows kept flickering, and the force that erupted sent waves surging across the lake's surface. The fish in the surrounding waters did not dare approach in the slightest.
After a dozen breaths or so.
Liu Qingsong's gaze sharpened. Immediately, his wrist flicked, Jin Force burst out, and the Soft Sword, supple as a snake, snapped straight in an instant.
Clang—
Though Jiang Ning blocked with his horizontal blade, he was still driven back several body-lengths by that sword strike.
He also took the chance to retreat with the momentum and adjust his condition.
Then.
Jiang Ning stopped, tightened his grip on the knife handle, and Blood Qi washed through his right hand. The tingling numbness in his hand gradually vanished.
At the same time.
"You are very good!" Liu Qingsong said. "I rarely praise anyone like this. You are the first!"
"It seems Senior Liu still has methods he has yet to use?" Jiang Ning said slowly.
As he spoke, Jiang Ning also sensed that because his body was soaked in water, his condition was constantly recovering, and his depleted physical strength and mental energy were increasing out of thin air.
At this speed, in just a few breaths, he would be able to return to his peak, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit reaching a state of fullness so complete they would overflow.
Liu Qingsong said, "You are rather clever! What a pity!"
The next moment.
There in the water, Liu Qingsong's eyes snapped open, and his left hand formed a Sword Finger, held upright directly before the tip of his nose.
"Burn—"
He let out a mighty shout, and the deep, powerful sound from his mouth caused the lake water to spread outward continuously like a