One Sword to Decide the Victor! (Please Vote!)

On the training ground.

Jiang Ning raised a hand and caught the sword as it dropped into his grasp.

He did not move, yet the ground for several yards around him trembled faintly.

Mingxin watched dust rise from the ground on all sides, his gaze turning grave.

"I've heard Inspector Jiang has always excelled with the saber and bow. By using a sword today, are you looking down on this humble monk?"

"How could I look down on Master Mingxin? I merely acquired a fine sword technique recently and wanted you to test its edge," Jiang Ning said.

"Good. Then let me see what Inspector Jiang can do with a sword," Mingxin said.

"Please instruct me!" Jiang Ning said, cupping his hands around the sword.

At this, Mingxin pressed his palms together and bowed slightly to Jiang Ning.

"Benefactor Jiang, please instruct me!"

Shing—

The next moment.

Jiang Ning drew his sword. A flash of cold light filled Mingxin's pupils.

As that light flashed before him, Mingxin's eyes narrowed.

In an instant.

A stab of pain struck his chest. He looked down and saw a sword point pressed into it.

Mingxin's pupils abruptly contracted.

"Master Mingxin's Immovable Wisdom King Body truly is formidable!" Jiang Ning said, withdrawing his sword in praise.

The thrust had pierced Mingxin's skin, but Jiang Ning had felt the resistance grow stronger once the blade entered his flesh.

"So fast!" Across the field, horror flashed through Wan Jianyi's eyes.

In that instant.

Jiang Ning had drawn his sword and thrust forward. Wan Jianyi had seen his figure blur, then appear before Mingxin.

Even with his eyes fixed on Jiang Ning, he had not seen how he did it.

And now.

Jiang Ning withdrew. He was pleased with that strike.

With an opponent as capable as Mingxin