For the two of them, all manner of sword techniques came effortlessly, wielded as freely as they pleased.
It was not limited to swordsmanship either. Sword attacks could be executed with fists and kicks.
Fist and kick techniques could likewise be performed as swordsmanship.
For a time, the spectators were treated to a feast for the eyes, their horizons broadened and their minds inspired.
After a period of secluded cultivation to organize what they had learned, their swordsmanship would surely advance further.
Yue Buqun and his wife, Feng Buping, and the others, whose swordsmanship was especially profound, had gained the most.
Aside from them, only Linghu Chong, sharp-minded and extraordinarily perceptive, had flashes of brilliance in his eyes as he gained many insights.
Boom...
Suddenly, after they exchanged a move, a tremendous explosion rang out. The two men stood facing each other atop the lake, both stopping at the same time.
"Haha, exhilarating, truly exhilarating! But you, boy, aren't straightforward at all. You were still holding back." Feng Qingyang laughed heartily, his beard and hair flying in the wind.
Gu Hui replied, "Great Martial Uncle, you flatter me. This disciple already used his full strength."
As they spoke, the two had already arrived on shore.
Feng Qingyang glared. "Boy, this old man isn't blind. Do you really think I spent several decades of my life for nothing? You think I can't tell whether you were holding back?
In this regard, you're just like Yue Buqun—always hiding things away, saying one thing while meaning another, hypocritical, and not straightforward in the slightest."
"Ahem, no, no!" Gu Hui said awkwardly.
Yue Buqun, standing to one side, glared. Was this brat saying he really was like that?
"Ahem!" Gu Hui was utterly helpless. What was he supposed to do with an answer that