"You're much stronger than the others at the peak of Inner Qi."
Jiang Ding nodded. His inner power cycled through the twelve primary meridians, then surged into his sword tip. He thrust again, leaving a sword shadow hanging in the air.
It was the truth.
Though they had all reached the peak of Inner Qi, the likes of Lu Jingtian and Yang Dongsheng fell far short of this man, both in inner power and saber technique.
Clang!
Saber and sword met again. A vast surge of inner power poured into the saber's edge, shattered the power within it, and spread up his arm toward his body.
"Impossible! You're clearly not Innate. How can your inner power be this deep?"
Black Ash's face flushed. He fought desperately with his black-flame inner power against the foreign power invading his body. It took two parts of his strength to counter one part of Young Eagle Inner Qi, and only at the cost of damaged meridians did he finally extinguish it.
The black-flame true qi's ability to burn away inner power was useless against this strange white power!
Jiang Ding said nothing.
His third sword stroke cut through the air, tracing a perfect semicircle.
By now, he had tempered and nurtured 3,407 meridian branches, large and small, along the twelve primary meridians.
Of course, the farther he went, the finer those meridians became. Some were too small for even an Innate martial artist to see through inner sight; he could cultivate them only with the training room's Array Spirit.
Those tiny meridians held very little inner power. Altogether, his capacity was not quite three times that of an ordinary martial artist cultivating a top-tier technique, but it was still twice as great.
And Young Eagle Inner Qi was higher in quality than martial inner