Don't Underestimate Me!

I've heard that phrase before.

"Without a doubt, it's true."

The bad premonition was confirmed, and Yun Zexuan also looked at Li Xuan.

Li Xuan stood frozen in place.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; only his pupils trembled violently.

"My... Supernatural Power Sword?"

"But this is only the first time we've met, and we've only exchanged blows once..."

Qin Wangchuan is a monster, and Li Xuan has always known this.

I knew this five years ago.

But he only realized this today—

The monster he thought it was was Qin Wangchuan from five years ago.

And the person before me is Qin Wangchuan five years later.

A monster among monsters.

One glance.

Just one glance.

He then made the Supernatural Power Sword, which he had pondered for years and painstakingly refined over countless days and nights, his own.

The sword blade solidified before him.

It is not like Li Xuan, which is formless and intangible, but a tangible and substantial entity.

The sword is long and slender, its entire body as white as jade, with golden Dao Patterns flowing endlessly on the blade.

The hilt of the sword is covered with layers of Dragon Scale.

A cold, eerie luster danced among the scales, as if they were breathing with life.

Qin Wangchuan held the sword in his left hand and gently brushed his right hand across the blade.

As the fingertips moved, five characters slowly appeared on the sword's blade.

"The This World's Mystic Law Sword"

He glanced at it and nodded.

He then switched the sword to his right hand and casually twirled it.

The Sword Light poured forth.

With just a casual flick of the wrist, the cascading Sword Light tore grotesque gashes into the ground.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust billowed up.

On the viewing platform, murmurs of discussion arose.

Is it a new law?

"It doesn't seem so; it's similar to Li Xuan's approach."

"But upon closer inspection, they seem different. Li Xuan's is formless and intangible, while his is a tangible entity."

"Those Dragon Scale on the sword... are they the power of True Dragon?"

On stage.

Li Xuan took a deep breath.

Then, he went forward alone.

He didn't look at anyone, and he didn't say anything.

Holding only that invisible and intangible sword, he walked step by step toward Qin Wangchuan.

At this point, tactics and odds of winning are no longer necessary.

Holding the Immortal Burial Coffin, Ye Lingchuan subconsciously took a step forward.

He wanted to keep up.

But as he passed by Chu Wujiu, a hand came across and blocked his way.

Ye Lingchuan turned his head, his eyes filled with questions.

Chu Wujiu didn't speak, but shook his head with a solemn expression.

Ye Lingchuan was stunned for a moment.

Then he understood.

After glancing at Li Xuan's retreating figure and then at Qin Wangchuan in the distance, she silently withdrew her steps.

On the arena.

Qin Wangchuan looked up, sensing something, and gazed at the lone figure walking towards him.

He didn't speak.

But that Sword Intent had already arrived first.

Like a tide overflowing a dam, it was silent and yet instantly enveloped him.

There was no hostility involved, nor any attempt to probe.

It was simply an invitation.

Qin Wangchuan understood.

Li Xuan longed for a duel.

A pure, unreserved duel between swords.

He didn't speak.

Simply move forward.

As he took that step, the Sword Intent from his body also spread out.

The two Sword Intent collided in the air.

The distance is shortened step by step.

Ten steps.

Five steps.

Three steps.

The next moment.

The two figures collided instantly!

Quick.

So fast that only a blur remained.

On the viewing platform, most people didn't even see what happened; they only heard a clear, sharp sword strike.

Bite!

Immediately following was a continuous series of clanging sounds.

Ding ding ding ding--

The Sword Light poured out, tearing everything around it apart.

Rock fragments flew everywhere, and dust swirled wildly.

But the two figures kept weaving and crisscrossing through the smoke and dust, moving so fast it was dazzling.

There are no fancy or complicated Daoist methods.

There were no earth-shattering techniques.

This is the purest competition between two Sword Cultivators.

Parry.

Attack.

It was blocked.

Attack again.

With both wielding the Supernatural Power Sword, and no difference in weaponry remaining, the only remaining contest was swordsmanship.

Li Xuan gritted his teeth.

His movements were extremely strained.

The force was too great.

Each of Qin Wangchuan's sword strikes was as heavy as a thousand pounds, causing his arms to go numb and his tiger's mouth to split open.

It felt as if my internal organs were shifting, and every block felt like a heavy blow.

The opposing offensive remained fierce.

Sword after sword, each one faster than the last.

There was absolutely no chance to catch their breath.

'No.'

'This can't go on.'

Li Xuan murmured to himself.

He knew that if he continued to fight like this, he would be defeated in less than ten sword strikes.

We must change our strategy.

We cannot deal with Qin Wangchuan the same way we deal with others.

We can't tough it out.

It needs to be deflected.

You need to reduce the force.

His sword met Qin Wangchuan's blade, and at the instant of contact, it suddenly twisted—

It wasn't a direct hit.

It landed on the side.

Unloading force.

Then--

Borrowing Strength!

Counterattack with an even more ferocious offensive!

Bite!

For a moment, Li Xuan's eyes suddenly went vacant.

It wasn't a moment of distraction.

It was as if the person inside the body had temporarily stepped back, surrendering everything to instinct.

His gaze remained fixed on Qin Wangchuan, but he no longer showed any emotional fluctuation.

There was no will to fight, no Killing Intent, and even the thought of victory or defeat had vanished.

Only the sword remains.

He entered some strange state.

Qin Wangchuan's sword became clearer in his eyes.

The trajectory of each sword strike, the point of impact of each sword strike, the force of each sword strike.

Everything was clearly visible.

It's not just about seeing clearly.

He can even predict things.

Anticipate where the next sword will come from, anticipate how to deflect its force, and anticipate how to counterattack.

It was a change that happened in an instant.

Li Xuan's offensive suddenly became more intense.

Sword after sword, each one faster than the last.

It's no longer a matter of barely managing to defend oneself.

It was a true offensive confrontation.

Qin Wangchuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

He noticed the change in Li Xuan.

His own sword was reflected in those eyes.

But there was no self.

Only swords.

A pure, focused, and undistracted sword.

The Dragon Form Supernatural Power Sword, can destroy and slash through anything.

They should clearly be in the better position.

But Li Xuan's attacks grew increasingly fierce, and his sword became heavier and heavier.

The figure gradually grew taller in his eyes.

The straightforwardness and sharpness of Sword Cultivator are perfectly embodied in Li Xuan.

Focus on the front.

And they only attack from the front.

No matter who the opponent is, no matter how strong the opponent is.

He only attacks head-on.

As the fighting continued...

Qin Wangchuan suddenly paused for a moment.

It's not a pause in movement.

It's a matter of mind and spirit.

The sliver of cause and effect belonging to Li Xuan was activated.

He saw it.

I witnessed Li Xuan honing his swordsmanship day and night.

While exploring the Secret Realm, Li Xuan honed his swordsmanship.

While he was in the Lower Realm, Li Xuan was honing his swordsmanship.

After being defeated by himself, he went back to hone his swordsmanship.

Day to day.

Year after year.

There was no rest, no slackening.

Only swords.

Only that invisible and intangible sword.

Qin Wangchuan suddenly realized:

'I think this is the first time I've ever sparred with him in swordsmanship.'

Li Xuan was not proficient in Daoist practices.

But without a doubt, in terms of swordsmanship—

He might be the strongest, but that's not necessarily true.

Bang!

A muffled thud.

Qin Wangchuan was struck in the chest by a sword.

Although Dragon Scale blocked the attack, the immense force belonging to the Heaven and Earth Law still sent him flying.

It flipped in the air and landed steadily ten feet away.

She raised her head and looked at Li Xuan.

Li Xuan stared blankly at him.

It was a strange state— Selfless State.

Completely immersed in the battle, abandoning all distractions, only the sword remains.

He raised his sword, pointing it at Qin Wangchuan.

The sound was very soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly:

You're daydreaming.

He paused.

Don't underestimate me!