"He wanted to force me back first, then leave at his leisure. Unfortunately, he still underestimated the power of my strike."
Su Yu spoke as he sheathed his sword.
His Earth-tier sword art training had certainly not been wasted!
Before, he had needed a sustained barrage of attacks to force an opening. Now, a single strike could tear one open. If his opponent fought him to the death, he might not even have a chance to escape.
"You'll have to be more careful the next time you meet him," Cheng Su said. "After suffering this setback, he won't counter your sword the same way again."
Su Yu nodded. Naturally, he understood that the stronger his techniques became, the less he could afford to underestimate his opponents. Now that Lu Qian knew what had changed, he would use other methods next time. But Su Yu would not stand still either.
The two escorted the group to the Western Mine, patrolled the route, and only then returned to their quarters. As news of Lu Qian's injury spread, the disciples traveling back and forth felt considerably more at ease. These days, their greatest fear had been encountering an enemy elder on the road.
That afternoon, Su Yu was reviewing the changes during the fight when he suddenly felt his chest tighten.
His true essence, which had been circulating freely, inexplicably stalled for an instant!
His eyes snapped open, and he rose and went outside. At some point, five figures had appeared in the northern sky. They were crossing the ridges toward the mining area.
Not one of them attacked.
Yet as they approached, the aura permeating heaven and earth grew heavier and heavier. Voices throughout the mining area fell silent one after another. A deacon about to take flight swayed. Before he had