The warm breeze of spring, the cool breeze of summer, the lonely wind of autumn, the cold wind of winter; gentle zephyrs, howling gales, spiraling whirlwinds, tornadoes that swept away everything—it was as if every kind of wind in existence had appeared here at this very moment.
Indeed, this place was filled with endless sounds of wind, with every reason for Li to believe there was wind here.
Yet Li could not feel the slightest sensation of wind. It was like sensing countless swords pointed at you, yet being unable to see a single blade! That nearly bizarre feeling made Li feel so miserable he wanted to cough up blood.
Li suddenly thought of someone—Migaile, whom he had fought before—and the words he had once said: If I don't believe in it, then it doesn't exist.
Since he could not feel it, he would treat it as nonexistent. Since he could only hear it and not see it, he would treat it as nonexistent.
But Li quickly realized that was utterly impractical. Susanoo kept slashing through the air with his blade, and the wind sounds produced by those strikes could not simply be dismissed with a refusal to believe in their existence.
Li sighed softly, then let out a low shout. Gripping his blade with both hands, he took a fierce step forward. The instant his foot landed, the ground within a hundred meters of where he stood sank deeply.
As the surrounding ground collapsed, a tremendous boom spread far into all directions.
"Oh? Not bad, not bad. You actually know how to use force against force. That is the true essence of my swordsmanship—who cares what stands in your way? Just cut through it with one slash!" Susanoo said approvingly. "Unfortunately, while you may temporarily break the Way of