Jian Wu slid the long sword in his hand into its sheath, then took out a second sword. "This sword strikes those who dodge, not those who block." As soon as he finished speaking, he slashed.
This time, Lu Yin and the others understood. This sword was meant to strike those who dodged, not those who met it head-on. Most people struck from the front; meeting force with force was usually the better choice. But Jian Wu's techniques were all the opposite.
Unfortunately, this sword was ineffective too.
It didn't even hit the white cloth, because the cloth hadn't dodged at all. This technique was specifically designed to strike those who dodged sword attacks.
Jian Wu withdrew his sword again. Just as his hand touched the hilt of the third sword, his body suddenly sank. Nine Tribulations Heavenly Suffering had made its move. Jian Wu had run out of time to attack.
One Path Sinking nearly bent Jian Wu at the waist. He gritted his teeth, gripped the third sword tightly, veins bulging across his arm, then let out a low shout as he drew it and slashed.
"This sword strikes those it can't hit, not those it can."
With a whoosh, the blade cut through the air and struck the white cloth.
It carved another mark, and this one was the deepest yet, surpassing every previous sword technique—and even Lu Yin's palm print.
Lu Yin had almost failed to understand.
Strike those it can't hit, not those it can?
That meant it specifically struck enemies that couldn't be hit, while sparing those that were sure to be hit.
It was a mouthful, but even stranger than that.
Anyone facing an enemy's sword technique would dodge. The more confident might block it head-on. But whether dodging or blocking, neither counted