Lin Feng's fighting style was completely different from that of the female armored warrior.
Lin Feng practiced unarmored swordsmanship, more like an assassin. These techniques had no place on a battlefield, where there was not enough room for him to twist, dodge, and employ his footwork.
A battlefield demanded a different kind of experience, one gained only between life and death.
Luck.
Conserving strength.
Seizing advantages.
Keeping a level head.
Let alone an outstanding warrior like Hao.
Anyone who survived a hundred battles had to have their strengths.
After several exchanges, Lin Feng severed her flow of energy, and her movements began to slow.
In return, Lin Feng was covered in blood, with one hand missing. He stopped the circulation of blood.
It did not grow back.
There had not been enough sacrifices.
Lin Feng had spent plenty of time honing his swordsmanship in Western Hunan.
Through death after death, he had gained [Swordsmanship Mastery] and the Sword Eye that could find weaknesses.
It was the same now. Pain kept him sharp and alert.
He saw at a glance that the female armored warrior's weakness lay in her "connections."
She was a puppet on strings.
Lin Feng's sword was more like a ceremonial implement, a "gentleman's weapon." It was adequate for self-defense, something to wear while traveling a thousand miles.
On the battlefield, sabers, spears, clubs, and staffs were the mainstays.
The Wind Sword could not damage the connection between the deity and the corpse.
At this moment, the bronze sword was actually the most useful.
A bronze body proved immensely useful.
I need to sever her strings. There are a hundred and eight in all, and I've cut seventy-two.
But cutting the strings on her body has also started slowing her movements.
*I'm bleeding too. Even though I've stopped