Impressive!
As the Hall Spirit of the King Conferral Hall, the Hall Spirit had seen every kind of genius. Though Ye Chen was astonishingly gifted, he might not necessarily be the greatest. But being able to improve during a battle with the Sword King—this kind of talent was the most terrifying. No one knew where his limits lay. Even when cornered in desperate straits, he could still possibly turn defeat into victory.
Put another way, when it came to survival, if Ye Chen claimed second place, no one would dare call themselves first. At most, they could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
The Hall Spirit's large eyes lit up.
"No Sword in Hand, No Sword in Heart."
Having defeated the Sword King, Ye Chen's emotions surged, and he could not calm down for a long while.
Through his battle with the Sword King, he had comprehended the next realm of the sword path: No Sword in Hand, No Sword in Heart. Though he had merely comprehended it and had not truly attained it, he had at least stepped one foot across the threshold. It was no longer vague, something unseen and untouchable.
No Sword in Hand represented swordsmanship without flaws.
No Sword in Heart represented a heart without flaws.
Only when the two overlapped could one be truly flawless. Conversely, the opponent would be riddled with flaws and loopholes. Even the Sword King, who had approached this realm, had to meet a bitter end beneath that flawless sword strike.
"Thank you."
Whether the Sword King possessed consciousness or not, Ye Chen had to offer his thanks. Had the Sword King's final strike not inspired him, he could not have comprehended No Sword in Hand, No Sword in Heart so quickly.
"Come out!"
With a wave of the Hall Spirit's