Inside the sixth Ten Evils Pavilion.
Watching the burly Black-Robed man whose twin hammers had been jolted upward by his blade, his body thrown backward, Xu Taiping finally felt that he could hold that elusive sensation firmly in his grasp, just as he held the hilt of his saber.
"Why must a punch be thrown with a fist?"
"That's right!"
After murmuring this once more, Xu Taiping gripped his saber with both hands again and slashed at the burly Black-Robed man, who had only just steadied himself.
Though crane cries still rang out with this strike, as the blade descended, it also carried the weighty might unique to fist techniques.
"I refuse to believe your saber can be heavier than my hammers!"
As he spoke, the Black-Robed brute raised his twin hammers again and swung them with all his strength at Xu Taiping's descending blade.
Bang!
Amid another violent crash, Xu Taiping's blade once again jolted the Black-Robed brute's twin hammers apart.
This time, however, Xu Taiping gave the Black-Robed brute no chance to swing his hammers again. Like the fists of the Raging Thunder Form, the saber in his hands hacked at the Black-Robed brute, strike after strike.
At first, the Black-Robed brute could barely manage to bring his hammers together to defend himself. Soon, however, under Xu Taiping's fierce blade force, the fists of the Black-Robed brute were shattered outright by Xu Taiping's saber.
Shing!
Then, before the Black-Robed brute's incredulous eyes, the saber in Xu Taiping's hands regained its sharp, swift blade force. With a swish, a single slash severed the brute's head.
As his form dissipated, the brute questioned Xu Taiping in utter bewilderment-"Boy, what kind of damn blade technique are you using?"
Xu Taiping grinned and said:
"My own blade technique!"
With that, he pushed