In a single instant, Wang Chong's mind entered a higher level of the Innate Realm, beyond life and death, wondrous beyond measure.
This move, Sword Roars in the Firmament, also developed exquisite variations he had failed to grasp in his previous uses of it.
In Wang Chong's eyes, Yegeluo Clan Ye Hu's spear resembled countless threads. Every thrust followed its predetermined path without the slightest deviation. He clearly knew that a slight variation would let him win, yet he could never catch that thread of cold Qi.
In Yegeluo Clan Ye Hu's eyes, the scene was entirely different. Wang Chong's swordsmanship climbed higher layer by layer, transforming with every variation. Each thrust conjured marvelous changes out of thin air, forcing him to bring forth all the martial skills of his lifetime, yet he still felt the strain of carrying a mountain on the tip of his spear.
The two passed each other. Wang Chong landed on the ground, while Yegeluo Clan Ye Hu remained seated upright on horseback. Neither moved for a long time.
Wang Chong let out a deep breath. During his exchange with Yegeluo Clan Ye Hu, his True Qi had once again felt as though it had "hitched." The first time it had hitched like that, Wang Chong had actually been terribly frightened, even imagining that Wen Zhengchun's ghost was still haunting him, or that he was about to get a system.
But when it hitched the second time, Wang Chong discovered that his True Qi was circulating faster than his meridians could withstand. His attacks were actually a fraction faster than usual, rather than truly stalling. After he landed, the Innate Pure Yang Formula within him surged like waters bursting through a dam, coursing throughout his body, utterly different from before.
Each circuit this surging True