"You should have other killing moves, right?"
Chen Ping looked at Ji Juechen. He could sense that Ji Juechen had deliberately held back during their Soul Fighting match just now.
"Yes," Ji Juechen admitted without concealing anything. "But that doesn't matter. In the art of wielding weapons, you've already surpassed me."
"Your understanding of staff techniques far exceeds my understanding of swordsmanship."
"I can show you the sword intent I've comprehended, but that doesn't mean I've surpassed you."
Although Ji Juechen said that, fighting spirit blazed in his eyes.
Clearly, he simply felt that defeating Chen Ping with sword intent would be an unfair victory.
Rather than do that, he would be better off continually sparring against Chen Ping's staff techniques and refining his own sword moves. Only that would be a true victory.
"Sword intent?"
Chen Ping sensed the keen sword intent spilling out of Ji Juechen's body and nodded.
He really didn't possess any staff intent comparable to sword intent. The very idea sounded fucking weird.
Even if he did lean in that direction, what Chen Ping possessed would probably be a power more akin to fighting spirit.
But Chen Ping had no intention of displaying that part of his abilities. He merely looked up at the privacy barrier for their private Soul Fighting match, which was still active.
"All the moves you used earlier were sword moves, so why was your final move a saber technique?"
Chen Ping asked what concerned him most. Ji Juechen's Meteoric Iron Sword was clearly unsuited to executing an ultimate technique like the Dragging Saber Slash.
At Chen Ping's words, a trace of regret appeared in Ji Juechen's eyes. "The Academy only has a battle recording of a Tyrant Saber Douluo. The Dragging Saber Slash I used was learned from that Tyrant