Within ten moves? Though Yang Shiduo had long known that Second Brother Ding was a genuine expert, he still instinctively doubted the truth of that claim.
In the bout just now, he had exhausted every trick he knew and still suffered an inevitable defeat. When he left the Tianyang Guildhall, he felt drained in both body and mind, unable to see the slightest hope of victory.
Could a gap like that be overturned with a few casual pointers?
"Though that man only entered the Dayan Realm recently too, his martial arts counter mine very effectively. Even if we fought ten more bouts, I might not win a single one," Yang Shiduo said gravely.
He believed Second Brother Ding had ascended to the heavens in a single stride and knew little about martial combat at the Aperture Refinement stage or the early Dayan Realm, which was why he had made such an absurd statement.
After all, the man had joined the Xiaoming Sect to solidify his foundations only a little over a month ago. He might not even have fully mastered its introductory sword technique yet. It was perfectly understandable that he would make grand, unrealistic claims about this matter.
Seeing doubt in every word Yang Shiduo spoke, Ding Songyan imitated Master Yan's manner and said with a soft chuckle:
"In martial combat, there are two approaches I admire most. One is 'make myself the center': draw every enemy into my own framework. Simply put, however many wondrous arts you possess, my sword alone comes and goes. The other is 'make the opponent the center': aim every move at the enemy's weaknesses, habits, and intentions, doing whatever makes him most uncomfortable.
"Anyone who takes either approach to its utmost heights can be called a great master of our age."
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