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"What did he just do? Did he sever the sword pressure outright?"

Everyone had thought this duel was about to come to an end, only for another twist to arise. With a simple stroke, Li had shattered Mihawk's sword pressure, pressure capable of splitting gold and cleaving jade. What was going on? Shattering sword pressure—wasn't that absurd?

Sword pressure had form but no substance, yet it could still injure people. At most, outsiders could only counter it with sword pressure of the same level. As for directly shattering it, that had already gone beyond human common sense. How could one sever something without substance? It was like the wind from an electric fan. It could ruffle your hair, yet it was invisible and intangible. You could dodge it, or weigh your hair down to keep the wind from blowing it about—but had you ever seen someone cut the wind in half?

Sword pressure was much the same. It merely surpassed invisible, intangible wind, becoming a kind of wind pressure that had form but no substance. Since it was wind pressure driven by a sword, it was called sword pressure. Though it had form, it had no substance. Its true nature was simply for a person to use their hand to turn ordinary wind into a gale or even a tornado, achieving the effect of injuring and defeating enemies. In the end, it was still wind. It only became visible because it was too concentrated; its essence did not change. At the very least, no one present had ever seen anyone capable of cutting apart the wind.

"Have you entered that realm? The true realm of the Great Swordsman?" Mihawk came to his senses and looked at Li with an excited expression. This was the first time in his life that