Huang Xiao could not tell which of the three had greater cultivation, and even differences in cultivation could not determine their relative strength. After all, besides cultivation, their individual moves also mattered.
Meng Jiu, however, was perfectly open about it, admitting outright that he was no match for Hong Yi without minding in the slightest. Of course, Huang Xiao also knew that, as Meng Jiu had said, even if he was weaker than Hong Yi, the difference was only slight. In a fight to the death, it would be hard to say who would bring down the deer.
"Heh heh, Hong Yi, even if you've reached the sixteenth palm strike, I won't concede," Dugu Sheng said with a chuckle.
"Well, Sword Obsession, you certainly talk big. Your family's Nine Heavenly Sword Forms may be incredibly powerful, but I really don't believe you've thoroughly integrated all nine times nine-eighty-one moves. I'm afraid you still can't withstand that beggar's sixteenth palm strike." Meng Jiu seemed to disagree with Dugu Sheng.
"That's right. I've only just gained some understanding of the swordsmanship. I haven't fully integrated it yet, so I can't unleash its full power. But this time, besides swordsmanship, I've also had an epiphany in my internal cultivation." Dugu Sheng gave Meng Jiu a challenging look.
"Your internal power just got a little deeper. What's the big deal?" Meng Jiu muttered.
"Brother Dugu, words alone prove nothing. Why not show us a thing or two?" Hong Yi asked with a smile.
"All right, then. Let me give you a taste of the Internal Cultivation Method I've just comprehended!" Dugu Sheng said.
After speaking, Dugu Sheng's expression grew solemn, and an aura spread from his body. It was immense, exerting considerable pressure on Huang Xiao and the other two.
"Nothing special," Meng Jiu