As the thought settled, Qi Dao felt the powerful resistance bearing down on him as he rode his sword.
This feeling...
It's the wind!
The wind is holding me back!
A thought flashed through Qi Dao's mind.
If I can turn the wind in the air to my advantage and increase my speed, I might have a better chance of escaping.
But... my Martial Soul has no affinity with wind.
No, that's not right!
How could Swordsmanship under heaven be so limited?
If my Swordsmanship can produce Sword Intents of ice and fire, then it can produce Gale Sword Intent too!
Face the gale, comprehend the gale, move with the wind, ride the wind...
I understand!!
A sudden clarity dawned on Qi Dao. He closed his eyes and immediately felt the resistance that had been holding him back vanish.
More than that, with a shift of his will, the raging wind became a helping hand, and his speed surged by thirty percent.
In an instant, Qi Dao steadied the distance between himself and the short bat man.
Sensing this, his heart leaped.
The speed at which he flew was not his own speed, but the speed at which he controlled the Flying Sword.
With the wind now helping him, he could shake off the short bat man before his Soul Power ran out.
Hahahaha!
Heaven hasn't abandoned me!
As long as he doesn't have a speed-boosting Soul Skill, what can he do to me?
Behind him, the short bat man had been pursuing Qi Dao relentlessly. Seeing the gap shrink, he had been delighted, already wondering where to sink his teeth in once he caught him.
But the next moment, Qi Dao suddenly picked up speed.
The bat man frowned.
"That brat sped up again? He's only a three-ring Soul