"Here I go!!"
The Octopus Swordsman roared, drew his swords, and charged into the air.
A figure descended from above.
Li Ping'an drank his tea, watching the scene with curiosity.
An octopus wielding swords was truly a rare sight.
Especially one whose eight tentacles each held a blade of a different length and size.
The shortest dagger was eight inches long, with an extremely fine black thread wound around its hilt.
The cultivator hurtling down from above wore a fitted gray outfit and held a short saber, which he brought crashing down.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~
The two were soon locked in fierce combat.
Only streaks of lightning could be seen dancing through the air, trading blows.
The Octopus Swordsman's attainments in swordsmanship were considerable. Each strike came from a different angle, its force shifting between light and heavy. Anyone facing such swordplay would have found it difficult to fend off.
Both sides attacked as fast as they could. Every flash of lightning was followed by a thunderous boom, making for an intensely explosive battle.
Li Ping'an and Old Ox nodded from time to time, offering their assessments.
Before long, quite a few spectators had gathered on the Flying Boat's deck.
A saber swept across before the Octopus Swordsman's eyes, nearly striking him.
This damned cultivator has gotten stronger!
The Octopus Swordsman muttered inwardly.
The Octopus Swordsman released a long breath, followed by a drawn-out hiss inaudible to humans.
Without realizing it, he had already begun using the Fishing Breathing Technique he had learned earlier.
The eight swords of varying lengths obeyed him as readily as his own limbs.
Throughout the breathing process, he was like someone performing a piece of music.
In this thoroughly exhilarating battle, he could feel his internal organs churning like overturned rivers and seas. Every muscle