Trapped by His Own Seal

Lu Shan's talent for martial arts was monstrously heaven-defying. More precisely, his comprehension was far too heaven-defying. While he could not directly deduce Gao Qiong's martial arts from the course of their exchange,

when it came to techniques, as long as the opponent used one once, he could remember it. Based on their existing movements, he could even infer some of their possible variations. This was still under the circumstances that his foundation in martial arts remained insufficient.

Once he absorbed more martial arts in the future, merged them into one, and became a Grandmaster, then so long as you made a move, he might even be able to predict your next move and break your technique before it had fully taken shape.

He was not that absurd yet, but Gao Qiong's pressure was steadily mounting. At first, Lu Shan had merely relied on his own martial arts to defend himself, seizing every chance to clash head-on in an attempt to gain the upper hand.

Now, however, he had already grasped Gao Qiong's techniques to a certain extent. He waited for him before he could change his move, forcing Gao Qiong to meet him head-on.

After several consecutive exchanges, Gao Qiong was beginning to falter. The web between his thumb and forefinger had split slightly, and his entire arm was going numb.

"Am I going to lose?"

Though he had been mentally prepared for defeat, when the moment truly arrived, he still found it hard to believe. His opponent was only at Intent Unification.

But when he saw that monstrous physique, he found himself accepting it.

"It's time to end this. One move will decide the victor!"

Lu Shan roared. The long saber in his hand gave a shrill whistle, crushing the air ahead of it. Relying on brute force