Ning Fengzhi, who did not know much about swordsmanship or close combat, could not make out the subtleties within it. However, Gu Rong beside him gradually grew solemn.
"Uncle Gu, what kind of riddle are Sword Uncle and that young brother playing at?"
Ning Fengzhi could not help but ask. He could vaguely tell that their clash was anything but simple, but he could not see where its true brilliance lay.
"Just as that lad said, this is a contest of swordsmanship techniques. It has nothing to do with Martial Souls, soul skills, or even Soul Power Levels. It is a comprehensive contest of their personal understanding of swordsmanship, reaction speed, and many other aspects.
Their swordsmanship is all offense and no defense, yet their sharp techniques force the other to constantly alter his moves. That is also a form of defense—or rather, using offense as defense..."
As Gu Rong continued watching, he used Soul Power to condense his voice into a line and explain it to Ning Fengzhi, as if afraid that speaking aloud would disturb the two combatants.
He had known Chen Xin for many years and had even received guidance from Chen Xin's father, Sword Master Douluo Chen Jianjun, when he was young. He understood something of the Sword Dao, so he could naturally see the essence of their swordsmanship contest. Moreover, this truly was a splendid duel.
Anyone who was not a master of the Sword Dao would be unable to understand its mysteries.
"Scht!"
After nearly a minute of this strange exchange, Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword was the first to pierce Tian Hao's shoulder.
"This junior has lost!"
Tian Hao stepped back, separating his shoulder from the tip of the Seven Kill Sword, and readily admitted defeat.
He truly had lost that exchange. Even