Suddenly, the sword in Qiu Chuji's hand flicked toward Lin Xuan's wrist like a venomous snake striking.
Lin Xuan's footwork was light, as if he left no footprints in the snow. In an instant, he drew half a step away. His right hand darted out, seemingly slow but actually blindingly fast, and accurately seized the acupoint on Qiu Chuji's wrist.
He didn't use his full strength for this move. He merely gave Qiu Chuji's wrist a light squeeze, then pushed.
Qiu Chuji felt his wrist go numb, and his sword nearly slipped from his hand. He steadied himself with effort, realizing that his opponent's martial arts far surpassed his own and that Lin Xuan had been holding back.
He flicked his hand, drew back his sword, and stepped away, his face full of astonishment.
"Young Master Lin's martial arts are actually this formidable! I admit defeat!"
It had taken only a few moves! From the moment Qiu Chuji drew his sword to the moment he conceded, the entire exchange had lasted no longer than the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
With nothing but his exquisite control of force and understanding of techniques, Lin Xuan had easily defeated Qiu Chuji.
Lin Xuan withdrew his hand. "You were too kind, Daoist Qiu."
The Quanzhen Seven Masters were dumbfounded, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable. The seven of them looked at one another, momentarily at a loss for words.
Watching them stand there speechless, Lin Xuan's lips curved in amusement.
"How about this? I'll be so bold as to ask all of you Daoists for a lesson today."
He looked around, his gaze confident and keen.
"I've long heard that the Quanzhen Sect's Heavenly Dipper Formation is a peerless martial art, with boundless power. How about all seven