Even though the vast majority of cultivators present were accomplished sword cultivators, no one could make out the result of the duel between the two great sword immortals. Even Xiezhi could only speculate inwardly that Ji Yuan had won, yet he dared not be certain.
Ji Yuan and Rong Yun stood silently in the air without speaking. In such an atmosphere, no matter how anxious the spectators were, none dared to speak first.
Outside Long Sword Mountain's gates, apart from the howling sea wind and the sound of crashing waves, silence returned once more.
Long Sword Mountain Sect Leader Rong Yun had kept his eyes shut. After a long while, he slowly turned around, while Ji Yuan turned at almost the same moment—half a beat faster than him—and spoke before Rong Yun could.
"Pavilion Master Rong, Long Sword Mountain's sword arts truly surpass all under heaven. Though Ji Yuan and you fought to a draw, Long Sword Mountain's many sword arts go far beyond this. Pavilion Master Rong has cultivated merely one or two of them, yet they already possess such might. When it comes to sword arts, this person Ji has lost."
Rong Yun was slightly surprised. In truth, though he still had some remaining strength at the end, his mind had already wavered. His heart had not followed his strength. Though that final sword strike had still ended evenly matched, if they had continued, within less than three quarters of an hour, he would certainly have begun to show signs of falling into a disadvantage.
Yet, speaking strictly of the matter itself, what Ji Yuan had said was indeed true. Still, hearing such truth made Rong Yun feel somewhat ashamed.
"Mister Ji, you flatter me. How could your sword arts be limited to this alone? We have not