The sword principles of the Nine Solitary Swords had reached the pinnacle of technique. To surpass it through moves alone, one would need the Sword Demon, Dugu Qiubai, to be reborn.
Then... what else could he use?
Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Xuan's mind in an instant.
His gaze returned to the first palm strike he had thrown.
Suddenly, he understood.
The Nine Solitary Swords could break every technique because they could always find the "weaknesses" and "flaws" in an opponent's moves.
But what if there were a move with no unnecessary variations, no subtle techniques—in fact, no "moves" at all, only pure, absolute "force"? How could that be countered?
It would be like a meteor falling from the sky. It had no moves, no flaws—only unstoppable weight and speed.
How could you "counter" it?
Lin Xuan's eyes cleared.
A confident smile curved his lips.
He knew what to do.
"Senior, watch out!"
Lin Xuan shouted, then withdrew from the fight and put ten zhang between himself and Feng Qingyang.
His entire presence changed dramatically in that instant.
He was no longer composed and scholarly, nor was he testing his opponent by countering each move as it came.
He drew a deep breath and planted his feet firmly on the ground, as though he had become one with Mount Hua itself.
Slowly, he raised his right fist.
The air around him began to rush toward his fist, compressing at a furious pace.
The abundant True Qi within him, as vast as rivers and seas, surged into motion without restraint!
He gathered the various forms of Internal Energy together through the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, concentrating them all at a single point!
His fist gave off no light and made no terrifying show of power.
Yet to Feng Qingyang, Lin