My Class Can Be Upgraded Without Limit

The third-generation Swordmaster, Qin Yue, charged ahead, his sword momentum as heavy as a mountain. Every slash carried the force of ten thousand jun, and wherever his blade passed, the overwhelming sword pressure crushed the air into visible ripples.

He sought neither speed nor finesse, relying only on the purest force to crush Dao Feng head-on, inch by inch compressing his room to maneuver.

Behind him, the seventh-generation Swordmaster, Qin Shuang, followed close behind. His sword was swift as lightning; the naked eye could only catch a blood-red afterimage flashing through the air.

The eleventh-generation Swordmaster, Qin Wujiang, was entirely different. His figure flickered unpredictably, his footwork Eerie and impossible to fathom. One moment he was on the left, the next on the right; one moment he appeared behind Dao Feng, the next his sword stabbed out from a blind spot in Dao Feng's vision.

Before he even struck, he had already left Dao Feng feeling as though thorns were pressing against his back.

Dao Feng was not weak.

As a prodigy among the Upper-Realm Survivors, even with some strength held in reserve, his foundation far surpassed that of most Cultivators present from the Southeastern Province.

His theft technique was not limited to temporary substitution. When certain conditions were met and special rituals served as a medium, he could permanently solidify the abilities he had stolen.

At this moment, he was releasing every bit of power he had permanently stolen and buried deep within his body.

At the same time, he had no choice but to release some of the Sword Ghosts. He could not suppress the backlash of four Sword Ghosts, but he could still barely keep two under control.

With the power of two Sword Ghosts added to his body, supplemented by his own elusive footwork and Eerie