Ming Yang's Supreme Sword Dao caused another sensation.
All the students outside the martial arena were discussing it—discussing Ming Yang's sword strike just now. They were even warier of Ming Yang, and full of anticipation for the battles to come, eager to see him slaughter his way to the very end.
No one could halt his stride.
Yu Qianqian, Ning Xiner, and Murong Wushuang all looked grave. They fixed their eyes on Ning Xiaochuan, worried for him.
Ning Xiner pressed her lips tightly together and said, "Brother, why not stop fighting Ming Yang? Once your cultivation becomes stronger in the future, you will definitely be able to defeat him."
Ning Xiaochuan said, "Ming Yang's cultivation may not necessarily be so powerful that he cannot be defeated."
"But even an expert of Nan Shuiyi's level was killed by him in a single move," Yu Qianqian said.
Ning Xiaochuan said, "Although I do not understand the Supreme Sword Dao, I do understand one principle: to unleash sword qi at its utmost limit, one must possess momentum at its utmost limit. Once the momentum weakens, the sword weakens as well."
Yu Qianqian said, "What do you mean?"
Ning Xiaochuan said, "I believe Ming Yang's strongest sword is his first sword. So long as someone can block that first sword, his momentum will inevitably decline. Once his momentum declines, the power the Supreme Sword Dao can unleash will decline as well."
Yu Qianqian's eyes lit up. "Ming Yang has indeed never used a second move when fighting others, so everyone thinks he is invincible. He himself also carries such a conviction in his heart—once his sword is unleashed, it will surely take his opponent's life. But if someone can block his first sword, it will definitely shake that conviction in his heart. His momentum