Although Black Bear looked rather clumsy, his cultivation was extremely high, and he had already gained some grasp of Sword Momentum. He barely managed to withstand Ling Tian's Sword Momentum attack, then pressed forward instead of retreating and charged at Ling Tian with ferocious force. A bear paw came crashing down like a great mountain, carrying the imposing air of one who ruled the world.
Seeing Black Bear break free of his Sword Momentum attack, Ling Tian was not the least bit surprised. He stretched out his right hand, and the Light Dance Sword was already drawn.
The sword rang like a dragon's roar. Ling Tian gripped the sturdy Long Sword and thrust forward. His sword intent was sharp and unstoppable, just like the strike he had used against Fang Lei. At that moment, he was like a celestial king from the Ninth Heaven: with a sword in hand, he was impossible to stop.
The Long Sword moved incredibly fast and soon clashed with the bear paw. The expected scene of the sword piercing through the paw never came. The sharp flying sword had only penetrated three inches of flesh before meeting tremendous resistance and being unable to advance another inch.
A trickle of blood seeped along the flying sword. A flash of pain crossed Black Bear's eyes, but more than that, he looked disbelieving, as if he could not understand why his paw, which was even stronger than an Immortal Artifact, had been wounded.
While Black Bear was stunned, Ling Tian was likewise utterly shocked. He had not expected the sharp Light Dance Flying Sword, bolstered by his keen sword intent, to inflict such a minor wound.
They were both shocked, but after witnessing what had happened, Ling Tian quickly recovered and moved again. The sword rang once more.