Tang Yan decided to take a risk. Of course, to his mind, this risk was controllable. This was not blind confidence, but respect for the Great Dao.
The core of his combat methods actually lay in two Dao bodies: the Jade Void Dharma-Myself Body and the Mustard-Seed Hidden-Gold Body. All his methods took these two directions as their starting points, forming a rarely seen defensive-counterattack style.
First endure, then strike.
It was just that he was too powerful. A few simple attacks could defeat his opponents, so very few people understood the true essence of his fighting style, including those elders and teachers of the Wu Sect.
What he had been trying to determine all along was which Dao body to use as his final means of victory. Now it was clear: the Mustard-Seed Hidden-Gold Body was probably useless against a Sword Cultivator. Only his Dharma-Self Body was the right choice.
It was also the technique he had immersed himself in most deeply and understood most thoroughly out of all his methods.
His mind made up, he hesitated no longer. His body swelled again, even exceeding his first Dharma-Self Body. His entire figure resembled a hazy phantom, a giant dozens of zhang tall, with the pathways along which Law Power circulated clearly visible within his body.
The giant roared, then thrust a fist at the Sword Cultivator. Thanks to his enormous body, his arm alone had reached a terrifying length of dozens of zhang. With Gang Qi extending beyond his body as well, he easily brought the Sword Cultivator within range of his punching force. On close comparison, it even exceeded the range of a flying sword!
He was forcing the Sword Cultivator to use the Body Sword Technique.
This was an overt stratagem. Without doing so, ordinary Flying Sword