"Kid, put some strength into it! Why do you look like you haven't eaten? All soft and limp?"
The Sword Venerable grinned broadly, constantly mocking Ye Lin.
Where Ye Lin could not see, both of his arms were trembling.
"You too, Senior. If I'm soft, then Senior must be even softer than I am."
"You don't even have the strength to swing your sword. Senior, can you still hold your sword now?"
Ye Lin gathered strength in his right hand and slashed downward, sending the Sword Venerable flying with a single blow.
"Hahaha, kid, don't worry about me."
"With that scrawny little body of yours, I'm afraid you won't even withstand a few more slashes from me."
The Sword Venerable laughed heartily as he retreated.
Though he was currently at a disadvantage, he absolutely could not lose face.
Nor could he lose momentum.
"Senior, don't just keep talking tough. Draw your sword already."
Ye Lin hacked out one slash after another, while the Sword Venerable could only defend passively.
Though his mouth kept talking, Ye Lin put all his strength into every strike, holding nothing back in the slightest.
With his firepower fully unleashed, even the Sword Venerable could not withstand it.
"You brat, you truly show no mercy with that mouth of yours."
"Then I shall show you what the Dao of the Sword truly is."
The Sword Venerable laughed loudly, then his expression turned solemn, a trace of seriousness flashing through his eyes.
Ye Lin narrowed his eyes slightly.
He was getting serious?
Perfect. Then let me see whether your sword is sharper, or mine.
"Kid, our strength is about the same. To avoid wasting your time, let us settle victory and defeat with a single sword strike."
"What do you say?"
"That is exactly what I had