Seeing that he did not understand, Wang Yuyan smiled and explained softly, "That Tibetan monk is using the Nyingma Temple's ultimate art, the Flame Saber. Every time he chops with his palm, a searingly sharp saber aura attacks Young Master Song. As for Young Master Song's swordsmanship, its foundation seems to be the Five Mountains Sect sword arts, but as soon as one move is unleashed, it immediately transforms into another. Though I recognize every individual move, when combined, they become an exquisite sword art I have never seen before."
Hearing Wang Yuyan's voice, Jiumozhi's experience in the arena became even more intense. Every move his opponent used was a conventional, unremarkable sword technique, yet together they became incomparably marvelous. Only an expert with his discerning eye could understand that what his opponent wielded was no longer swordsmanship, but sword intent.
"But if they're both just moving around in the same spot, can they really hit each other?" Wei Xiaobao asked doubtfully. Yet inwardly, he was delighted. I'm done for, I'm done for. Such a lovely voice... if she called me Husband Xiaobao someday, I'd be willing to live ten—no, one year less!
"The Tibetan monk's saber aura can strike several yards away. Young Master Song is using his exquisite swordsmanship to seek out the weakest points in the saber aura, which is why every thrust of his sword can disperse one stream of the monk's saber aura." Wang Yuyan's face shone with excitement. The duel between two supreme masters had elevated her understanding of martial arts to another level. She thought that she absolutely had to tell her cousin all about it next time.
Song Qingshu flashed out of Jiumozhi's range of attack and immediately said, "I concede."
Jiumozhi looked puzzled. "Young Master, your swordsmanship is divine. This humble