Of course, compared with Ning Fengzhi, the greater reason Ning Qingyun chose not to refuse was the little girl in the Spiritual Sea, who was already so excited she was practically turning it upside down.
"How about you come out and show off for your idol? You've practiced swordsmanship too."
With great interest, Ning Qingyun spoke to Ning Rongrong, who was freely rolling around in the Spiritual Sea.
"I-I can't."
Hearing that, Ning Rongrong paused and instinctively shrank back.
"Back then, Sister Qingyun, you developed a skill just for us based on Heart Separation Control—Left-Right Hand Interplay. We each controlled one hand, held a sword, and competed in swordsmanship. You basically knocked me down in one move every time. At most, I could withstand one move before being defeated by your second."
"Compared to you, Sister Qingyun, my swordsmanship is really nothing worth mentioning..."
"..."
Ning Qingyun was left speechless, and Ning Rongrong quickly sensed her emotions.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Ning Rongrong asked.
"You didn't."
Ning Qingyun replied leisurely.
"But you need to understand that I, Ning Qingyun, was once the greatest swordsmanship genius under heaven. My strength rivaled that of the older generation's powerhouses. Most people who claimed to have immersed themselves in the sword for years couldn't even withstand one move from me. After coming to this fantasy world that relies far too heavily on so-called 'soul skills,' only that Sword Douluo has been worthy of my notice in terms of swordsmanship. Under my personal guidance these past few years, your swordsmanship has already become quite good. There's no need to belittle yourself."
"Then why don't you defeat Sword Grandpa and show me?"
Ning Rongrong asked innocently.
"...#^%*&$%*##*"
Even with Ning Qingyun's composure, she nearly cursed. What kind of absurd thing was Ning Rongrong saying? She