Why couldn't swordsmen share a resonance, just like researchers?
Although he had only mastered Sword Intent for less than half a day, as he'd said before, Fu Qian had never been willing to think of it as a transcendent ability in a new guise.
It was the true fusion of strength and intellect.
It was precisely because he had always held this belief that, when A Fei had looked his way just now, he hadn't vulgarized it into a bloodthirsty stare.
Quite the opposite. It was the resolve of someone willing to feed himself to his sword, seeking only to cleave through a desperate predicament with one strike.
As for why he'd thought to use the Calamity Curse to help point the way, that had been the result of a process of elimination.
First, A Fei had conveyed his determination to him, which meant he must want something.
Then, judging by the way he'd behaved all along, he was almost certainly not asking Fu Qian to step in and help directly.
Finally, the element in this deadly duel most relevant to Fu Qian was undoubtedly the Calamity Blessing attached to the sword.
If so, why not trust A Fei's instincts in this regard and offer him a mark that might serve as a guide?
As for what he made of it, that was up to him.
Crack—
As it turned out, he'd made something extraordinary of it.
Once again, A Fei locked onto Wisdom Creator and plunged down from above, only to run into an obstacle.
His target looked somewhat surprised, but that defensive barrier had clearly appeared with a mere lift of his hand.
Yet the even stranger swing of the greatsword this time had an astonishing effect.
The barrier that had stopped A Fei and his sword cold