Every attack from the old blind man struck directly at the weakest point of the human body.
This was no joke.
It required extraordinarily sharp perception and observation—things that could not be learned, but had to be honed bit by bit over time through sheer hard power.
Xu Zimo found it very interesting.
Moreover, because he struck the right places, the old blind man's strength was astonishingly formidable.
Although Xu Zimo suppressed him in terms of cultivation, this old blind man was indeed no simple man.
If they had been at the same level, Xu Zimo felt that dealing with him would likely require some effort.
Xu Zimo did not draw his saber either.
His hands and the old blind man's cane continuously crossed in midair.
At times, he clamped the cane between two fingers. Each time the old blind man tried to wrench it back, he had to expend tremendous strength.
In the old blind man's eyes, Xu Zimo's entire body was riddled with openings. They were so dense that it seemed he could strike anywhere and exploit a flaw.
But after they exchanged several moves, he began to sense that something was wrong.
He had gained no advantage. Instead, he was falling into a disadvantage.
A thin sheen of cold sweat gradually appeared on the old blind man's forehead, and his expression changed slightly.
He opened his eyes again to look, only to suddenly discover that all the openings on Xu Zimo's body had vanished.
At this moment, not a single flaw could be seen on him.
A chill crept into his heart.
"What comes as emptiness is solidity; what comes as solidity is also emptiness," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
The old blind man felt that he had been thoroughly duped—or rather, that the gap