The Deprivation of Sword Intent Was Crude and Clumsy
If an ordinary person had seen the sword strike unleashed by the Sword Cultivator named Wu Xu, they might have exclaimed, "What a fine sword!"
Yet nearly everyone present was a renowned grand Sword Cultivator of the Heaven-Stabilizing Continent.
Just as Zhu Qingyun had said before, it was hard to call this young man in an ink-black Daoist robe, with a trace of wickedness between his brows, a true Sword Cultivator.
But everyone present, Zhu Qingyun included, did not dare underestimate Wu Xu in the slightest.
He might lack swordsmanship.
But his Innate Sword Intent was real.
Zhu Qingyun took half a step back and easily evaded the slash Chen Yan had just swung at him.
Then Chen Yan began hacking toward Zhu Qingyun again and again.
Yet every strike fell short by the tiniest margin.
Both Chen Yan and Zhu Qingyun knew perfectly well how vast the gap between their swordsmanship was.
From control of distance to the reading of sword moves, Zhu Qingyun utterly outclassed him.
In just a few breaths, the two had already exchanged dozens of moves.
"This... is rather ugly, isn't it?"
"Yeah. It's like an adult playing with a child."
"But Wu Xu still hasn't activated his Innate Sword Intent. As for who will be left standing in the end, we'll have to wait and see."
"Zhu Qingyun's Acquired Vajra Intent isn't something to be taken lightly either. And we still don't know what Innate Sword Intent Wu Xu possesses... I favor Zhu Qingyun more."
"Are you kidding? That's Innate Sword Intent—huh?"
Just as the Sword Cultivators around the clearing were discussing things heatedly, the situation on the field suddenly changed.
Zhu Qingyun, who had been evading all this time, suddenly launched a fierce counterattack.