At this mont, Abe Haruaki is looking at Sui Yi from the rooftop, his expression relaxed. The beauty brought by his skin complents him as if he blends seamlessly with the blue sky and white clouds. anwhile, Sui Yi still maintains a faint smile from his earlier conversation with Qi Lian, appearing equally calm and unperturbed. The aura ford between them is gentle and benign, not carrying any threat.
Art, truly, is different from martial arts.
Because on the other side, the two peerless martial artists have already...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The air currents, like the howling north wind, originate from the martial aura of the two individuals.
Song Que sits cross-legged on the island, while Miyamoto Musashi has already gripped his sword with his right hand.
"My sword, Hōki Kuni Yasutsuna," he slowly draws his sword as he speaks, and with the drawing of his sword, his energy and spirit elevate terrifyingly, making his voice reverberate throughout the void.
Song Que sits serenely, seemingly indifferent to Miyamoto Musashi’s terrifying aura that has already surpassed many Great Grandmaster levels.
To be precise, it has already exceeded the strength Song Que demonstrated when resisting the Dongying Goblin Master on the Luoyang River. Although many people are unsure of Song Que’s highest combat power, Miyamoto Musashi’s formidable strength poses quite a bad situation for most martial artists in the Central Plains.
"Why do I feel Song Tiandao might not match the opponent..." muttered a Green Forest expert hesitantly, earning furious glares from others.
Just as soone was about to curse this person for jinxing it, they heard Li Jiancheng say: "This is bound to be an evenly matched, fiercely tangled battle."
Nonsense, who the hell can’t see that.
"Perhaps, but I think maybe one or two strikes will decide the outco, what do you think, Teacher?"
The usually reticent Princess Ruo suddenly ntioned Sui Yi’s na, making Li Jiancheng’s face a little displeased. However, Sui Yi didn’t seem surprised, only turning to look at Princess Ruo. That look made Li Jiancheng quite uncomfortable, as if there was a special relationship between them that he or others couldn’t comprehend.
"Hmm, one strike, I suppose."
Sui Yi said thus.
His tone was sowhat casual, making Shi Feixuan and the others suddenly realize—often, for peerless swordsn or blade guests, the victory can be determined upon drawing their sword or blade.
And Song Que with this Miyamoto Musashi...
Swish swish swish~~
Suddenly, a very bleak sound of the blade echoed in everyone’s ears.
This sound of the blade was like the falling leaves in the autumn wind, or the desolate chill of a solitary moon in winter.
In Dongying, a blade is a sword, and a sword is a blade.
Miyamoto Musashi’s sword arose somberly, starting the Sword Flow.
Two days of first-class swordsmanship!
The strongest swordsmanship of Dongying!
When this swordsmanship erges, the Sword Flow locks the void, and everyone can clearly see the air currents montarily condensed into a fluid, the air currents becoming the Sword Flow!
The Qi, present everywhere,
The sword, also present everywhere!
Miyamoto Musashi’s swordsmanship relies on Two days of first-class, his Realm has reached the void.
When swordsmanship and Realm perfectly rge, how could it not be the strongest single strike?
Being the strongest, how could it not determine victory or defeat!
Beneath the blade, beneath the sword.
Suddenly, Song Que’s eyes brightened, he moved, and his blade ca out.
"My blade is The Naless Sword because I am the only blade!"
In this world, aside from Song Que, there is no other blade!
Aside from the blade, nothing else, once having the blade, then forgetting the blade.
This is his Realm.
And his blade technique.....
When people across the world saw Song Que standing up and drawing his blade on the open ground of Lingyun Pavilion, a single strike turned into eight blades.
All eight blades overlapped and fused.
The eight blades seed to be just one blade.
Flying like a dragon across nine heavens, at tis like a snake diving deep into the ground, without fa or condemnation, unimpeded by things.
Forget the blade, man and blade as one!
Boom!!!
The eyes of many in the crowd fixated on the two flashes of blade light, whether their mind, soul, or their body seed captured by the endless blade light, and the vast, supre Blade Mountain!
The whole mountain was filled with fierce blades, the whole world with that chilling sword.
Ultimately.... standing at the top, there was only one person.
Miyamoto Musashi on one side of Lingyun Pavilion, Song Que on the other.
Victory or defeat?
Miyamoto Musashi said: "I indeed lost."
Indeed, lost,
Song Que frowned slightly, looking towards Abe Haruaki.
Is this person’s Prophecy frightening to such an extent? He already predicted that Miyamoto Musashi would lose today?
"If you knew you would lose, why co?"
Miyamoto Musashi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said indifferently: "First, I am not afraid. Second... how could I break through if I do not lose!"
To break and then establish, he has already found his breakthrough opportunity from this defeat.
A re defeat, his gain is not insignificant.
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