The instant he blocked Yang Lianshan's swift sword, Huo Hai circled his right hand slightly and thrust toward Yang Lianshan's left chest. But at that moment, Huo Hai suddenly realized that the Yang Family Swift Sword was not merely about speed.
The sword in Yang Lianshan's hand suddenly became extraordinarily nimble. The instant Huo Hai blocked it, it circled around and struck at him again. This strike came from an entirely different direction. Huo Hai had never seen such swift changes in his life. When it came to changing the sword's direction, Yang Lianshan was even faster than he was. It was truly astonishing.
Were it not for the Yang Family Swift Sword's lack of sophistication, with its simplest of sword paths repeated over and over, such speed would surely have raised its grade above the low level the Qu Family had described.
Beyond that, it had another, greater flaw. Fast as this strike was, the blade carried not a trace of spiritual energy. With neither spiritual energy coating it nor Sword Qi supporting it, how much power could such a strike possess? That depended entirely on the quality of the sword itself.
Huo Hai paid it no mind and continued his thrust. Spiritual light flickered around him as his spiritual energy shield unfolded. He was certain that his opponent's sword could never pierce it. Afterward, he could cripple Yang Lianshan with a single strike. Huo Hai had already promised not to kill them, and naturally, he would keep his word. His strike was not aimed at a vital point.
Likewise, Yang Lianshan neither dodged nor evaded, pushing his speed to its limit. He, too, was confident that at this speed, he could drive his weapon into his opponent's vital point before Huo Hai's sword struck him.
Neither man dodged