Sword light flashed past, sword shadows interweaving.
Lian Youming saw his opponent using Pacing the Dipper and Treading the Constellations, his movements elusive and uncanny. Three feet of cold steel darted left and right through the wind and snow, coming and going without a sound.
As for the woman, every move of her Taiji Cotton Palm pressed him hard, constantly restricting his changes in movement. As her hands rose and fell, their force was like a mire, with wind and snow swirling endlessly in her palms.
He was secretly astonished. This Mysterious Force really was unusual. Not only did it possess deep foundations, it had even trained so many Foresight Martial Artists, each with exceptional skills.
The man sneered repeatedly. "Do you think we're confined by the rules and conventions of this world like you? Though we've never undertaken Fist Challenges the World, we've lived abroad and repeatedly fought experts from different countries. Naturally, we've gone further than you."
Lian Youming understood. "So that's how it is!"
Among rising talents like them, apart from people such as Li Da and Yang Cuo who had joined the military, most were stuck at the threshold of Foresight, unable to advance an inch, bound by worldly rules.
Everyone was waiting for the great age to begin.
But these people lived abroad, free of laws and restraints. Naturally, they progressed faster and further.
"Heh, heh. Going far doesn't necessarily mean you can stand firm."
The man laughed viciously. "Let's try it and find out."
As he spoke, the sword light in his hand abruptly gathered into a single beam, knocking aside the Gall-Illuminating Sword. Cold light flickered at its tip like a venomous snake's tongue as it pierced through the wind and snow, striking straight for Lian Youming's right wrist.
One attacked his right,