Fu Cailin's eye twitched violently. "Kill me with one strike? No one under heaven can do that."
His Yijian Technique excelled at both attack and defense. On the offensive, it was the most unpredictable sword technique under heaven; on the defensive, it had the fewest openings.
Whatever sword move Lin Lang switched to next, he absolutely could not kill him with a single strike.
He used himself to play chess with his sword, and his sword to play chess with his enemy.
Every sword technique under heaven sprang from the most basic sword moves. How could he lose?
Both Bi Xuan and Ning Daoqi had called his sword's defensive stance flawless. It was how he had earned a reputation equal to theirs.
His offense could not break Lin Lang's sword technique, but Lin Lang could not break his defense either. At most, today's battle would end in a draw.
Fu Cailin could not calculate where Lin Lang's next strike would land, but it could only target one of his vital points.
His sword began tracing circles furiously, condensing qi into Sword Aura. An enormous ring of Sword Aura swept toward Lin Lang.
Yet Fu Cailin's sword did not stop. It kept tracing circles, adding ring after ring of Sword Aura like ripples from a water droplet. Wherever Lin Lang attacked from, he would be surrounded by Sword Aura.
After being weakened by layer upon layer of Sword Aura, Lin Lang's sword would have no power left. How could it kill him?
He might even seize an opening Lin Lang exposed and turn defeat into victory.
Lin Lang wanted to kill him. Though he did not know how Lin Lang would attack, knowing his objective was enough.
He could not yet use heaven and earth as his chessboard, but using this