This was the first outward disadvantage he had revealed against opponents at Fourth Growth or above-projecting True Qi outside the body.
Below Third Growth, True Qi could only circulate within the body. From Fourth Growth onward, it could be transmitted through contact, and only after Seventh Growth could it leave the body without a medium, allowing all manner of incredible feats, such as flying through the air.
Before him, Cheng Jianghong had already lunged forward with his whole body.
The moment the sword move began, Pei Ye stopped chewing-what a steady strike! What an upright, balanced strike!
Clumsy Realm.
This talkative, cheerful older fellow, so intent on obtaining an Ascension Pill, had spent at least three years honing his skills within the first Sword Realm.
He did not grasp for the initiative, but neither did he expose any openings. Such a steady, balanced opening truly reflected the man behind the sword; his first strike served only to weigh his opponent's ability.
Zhang Junxue showed no sign of surprise. Still like a wooden post, she raised her hand.
"Mmph!" Pei Ye gave a muffled exclamation through his mouthful of food.
Anyone seeing those broad shoulders paired with that great saber would instinctively expect heavy, sweeping strokes. Who could have guessed that in her hands, the saber would be like a barber's thin razor, tracing a drifting, bending curve through the air to flick at Cheng Jianghong's wrist?
It was almost like the fluttering shadow of a butterfly.
Against most opponents, this unexpected contrast in her opening would often seize the initiative, but now Cheng Jianghong's steady, balanced swordsmanship proved its worth-although he had not anticipated that the young woman's saber style favored lightness and speed, he had likewise never allowed his first impression to dictate his fighting. Having never intended to