"Boom!!!"
Within the space of his consciousness, Xu Ran gripped a saber and viciously slashed at the figure before him.
It was the first strike Xu Ran had mastered, and the one he was most proficient with.
Standing before him was a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat.
The man calmly watched the incoming strike, then slightly raised the saber held tightly in his hand.
Without making any elaborate movements, he simply raised his saber and touched the precise point where Xu Ran's blade intent was strongest, instantly opening a slight gap. Then his saber thrust out like an ink-black dragon, piercing Xu Ran's body.
With another flick, he flung Xu Ran back to his original position like a torn sack.
After struggling on the ground for a moment, Xu Ran slowly stood up.
The wound on his body had already healed completely.
Any injuries sustained within this consciousness space would heal again, and this was already his seventh time facing this man.
This was the sixth opponent to appear in the consciousness space.
The first three opponents had been easy for Xu Ran to handle. The fourth had already been capable of trading blows with him, while the fifth had been almost evenly matched with him. It had taken three battles before he finally won with difficulty.
But this sixth opponent filled him with profound despair.
No matter what he tried, the middle-aged man in the bamboo hat could see through his saber moves in an extremely short time, then deliver a fatal blow.
Standing up again, Xu Ran took a deep breath.
After these battles, he had begun to vaguely understand the purpose of this place.
The six opponents who had appeared in succession since the beginning were all the same person.
They represented that person's saber mastery