The several deep sword wounds on Li Yuan's body had all been left by Golden Lion in a short span of time.
As Li Yuan struggled to fend off Golden Lion's attacks, he also felt out Golden Lion's Sword Intent, all while continuously trying to comprehend his own Sword Intent and become a Great Swordsman.
Golden Lion's swordsmanship was a simple kind of Slaughter Sword—fast, ruthless, and pursuing killing to the utmost extreme. Whatever made killing easiest was what he used.
It could be said that this was the path taken by many swordsmen across the Great Sea.
As he continued battling Golden Lion, Li Yuan increasingly felt the shortcomings in his own swordsmanship.
After fighting Golden Lion for a full three days and nights, they finally stopped.
"Jiehahahaha! So, Li Yuan, what do you think of my sword?"
Golden Lion laughed as he looked at Li Yuan, who was covered in blood and badly wounded.
"Your swordsmanship is formidable. We will fight again next time!"
Ignoring Golden Lion's smug expression, Li Yuan dragged his heavily injured body back to his residence.
Over the next three months, Li Yuan continued to grow under Golden Lion's pressure.
Every time he returned from a fierce battle with Golden Lion, he gained a great deal.
Whenever he was not fighting Golden Lion, he trained desperately on Hachinosu Island, as though he had returned to the days when he had first arrived on the island and trained like mad.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye, and Li Yuan's strength had risen by another level.
Unfortunately, he was still only a Swordmaster. He was merely half a step away from becoming a Great Swordsman, yet he simply could not take that half-step forward. Or rather, the time had not yet come.
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