Seeing Yi Xiaofeng directly raise the sword manual in his hand, the audience grew anxious:
"Are you seriously being this reckless?"
"There are only two manuals anyway. Might as well overwhelm him with momentum."
"You're being way too flashy. Be careful—the Sword Saint might lose all favor for you!"
"You really shouldn't have done that."
"What if it really is that one?"
"My God Yi is about to show off again! All irrelevant people, get out of the way!"
Han Yuan could not help saying, "You only flipped open one page, and you're already sure it's this one? Why be so rash? We're not competing over speed!"
He could not help but think less of Yi Xiaofeng.
Was this kid really worthy of being the Sword Saint's disciple?
Could he be some ordinary person the Sword Saint had dragged in from the roadside to brush him off?
Bai Hongxiao remained expressionless and said nothing, merely staring straight at Yi Xiaofeng.
Yi Xiaofeng shook the manual in his hand and smiled. "Han Yuan, Han Yuan, we're comparing Sword Dao talent, not experience. If I let you read through every page, would that still test talent?"
"A true Sword Dao genius has a keen sensitivity toward sword techniques. From the first page, the first move, you can sense the level of the technique."
Hearing this, Han Yuan could not help feeling ashamed.
Though Yi Xiaofeng made it sound somewhat mystical, there was indeed some truth to it.
If they finished reading both manuals before comparing them, would that not just be a contest of experience with sword techniques?
"The sword technique I chose is not something an ordinary person can master. Although I haven't seen the other one, I'm certain there can't be a more powerful sword technique in this mortal