Luo River.
Beneath the lake's surface.
Blade flashes and sword shadows flickered without end. The force they unleashed sent waves surging across the lake, and the fish nearby did not dare come close in the slightest.
More than a dozen breaths later.
Liu Qingsong's gaze sharpened. Then he flicked his wrist, power bursting forth as the soft sword, supple as a snake, instantly snapped taut.
Clang—
Jiang Ning raised his blade to block, yet he was still driven back several paces by that strike.
He took advantage of the momentum to retreat, adjusting his condition.
Then.
Jiang Ning steadied himself and tightened his grip on the hilt. His blood and qi washed through his right hand, and the numbness in it gradually faded.
At the same time.
"You are very impressive!" Liu Qingsong said. "I rarely praise anyone so highly. You are the first!"
"It seems Senior Liu still has methods he has yet to use?" Jiang Ning said slowly.
As he spoke, Jiang Ning also sensed that because his body was submerged in the water.
His condition was constantly recovering, and his depleted strength and energy were increasing out of thin air.
At this rate, in no more than a few breaths, he would return to his peak state, his essence, qi, and spirit brimming to overflowing.
"You are quite clever! What a pity!" Liu Qingsong said.
The next moment.
Standing in the water, Liu Qingsong opened his eyes wide and raised the sword fingers of his left hand before the tip of his nose.
"Burn—"
He let out a thunderous shout. The mighty sound that erupted from his mouth caused the lake water to spread outward in ripples like sound waves.
At the same time.
Jiang Ning saw the skin all over Liu Qingsong's body undergo a sudden