Through every sword stele forged by Ouye Longping, the deeds inscribed upon them were recorded in great detail.
From this alone, Lu Feng's admiration for this legendary figure deepened by several degrees.
If Losers Yield Their Swords was Ouye Longping's display of confidence in his own strength and a record of his life, then the understanding he showed his opponents before battle was his respect for them!
From the inscription Ouye Longping had left on the sword stele, in just over a hundred words, Lu Feng had gained a certain understanding of the owner of that Rotten Wooden Sword.
His name: Rong Jiuyan.
When Ouye Longping and Rong Jiuyan fought, both were only in their early twenties, yet their life experiences could not have been more different.
Ouye Longping had already gained some renown by then, and his footprints had covered nearly half the continent. He could be said to have weathered countless storms, his life experience rich and extraordinary.
Rong Jiuyan, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Though born into a great sword sect, he had been confined by his father to a patch of mountain forest since childhood. Every day and every night, he did only two things: practice the sword and sharpen the sword.
The sword he practiced was Sword's Basic Form.
The sword he sharpened was a Heaven-grade treasured sword.
Day after day, year after year, ten years as one day.
This battle between the two had not been initiated by Ouye Longping. Rather, Rong Jiuyan's father had sought him out and issued the challenge.
The intention was clear: he wanted Ouye Longping, with his exquisite swordsmanship and rich experience, to test the results of Rong Jiuyan's more than ten years of cultivation.
At first, Ouye Longping had accepted the invitation because Rong Jiuyan's