Old Master Li's earlier actions had looked like he was putting away his weapons to attend a banquet, so when it came time to fight, he'd had no choice but to improvise, using whatever plants and objects were at hand to hurt his enemy.
Who would have guessed that the truth was, he had already mastered the state of having a sword in his heart even when there was no sword in his hand?
The halberd that appeared in his hand clearly wasn't real. It was some kind of special supernatural construct, a weapon that suited him even better.
His greatly increased speed was proof enough.
And yet, despite having this ability, he'd still torn a lamp stand off the wall earlier and used it with the utmost seriousness the entire time.
The events just now had actually been quite simple, too.
After saying "Continue" to lull the hidden target as much as possible, he'd launched a sudden attack. But he'd still used his lamp-stand swordplay, and even his choice of direction had seemed more like a way of flushing out a snake.
Under cover of that seemingly impotent display of rage, he'd unleashed his real killing move—and landed a successful strike.
The splattered blood was clear proof that the earlier theory had been right: whatever had been spying on them really did have a physical body.
That result had undoubtedly given the team a huge boost in morale.
At last, they'd made a breakthrough in their predicament. Old Master Li's methods were astonishing.
At the same time, Fu Qian was sure that if he'd seemed too suspicious and threatening during their journey together, that hidden halberd might well have been aimed at him instead.
But as the saying went, there was always a taller mountain. They were all intellectuals,