Just based on swordsmanship alone, even Han Yan couldn’t defeat the illusion in his mind, and it was certainly impossible for others. The only way to overco that illusion is to learn his swordsmanship and counter him with his own technique.
A deep pain radiated from her waist, penetrating through her bones, as Han Yan was injured once more under the opponent’s sword.
The opponent’s swordsmanship was extrely exquisite and overly complex. If Han Yan hadn’t been mistaken, this complete set of swordsmanship consisted of 108 moves, far from sothing one could comprehend in a short period.
Moreover, the opponent didn’t give her any ti to rest. Having landed a successful strike, he imdiately launched an aggressive attack.
However, upon entering this illusion, ti seed to slow significantly. Han Yan felt that she had been battling for a long ti, certainly much longer than seven and a half minutes, yet the test had not concluded.
Han Yan understood with a slight turn of mind that this illusion was equivalent to an independent space-ti, where the passage of ti was much slower than outside. Unless she died under the opponent’s sword, there was plenty of ti to comprehend his swordsmanship. Of course, the "death" ntioned here wasn’t a real death, but rather a psychological collapse leading to severe injury, like those previous failures.
Since she didn’t have to worry about ti, Han Yan wasn’t in a hurry. While struggling to fend off the opponent’s fierce attacks like tidal waves, she pondered the secret techniques of his swordplay.
Han Yan didn’t know how much ti had passed or how many scars she bore. Ti and ti again, the core-deep pain nearly pushed her to the brink of a ntal breakdown.
Fortunately, during her last encounter with Gui Yu Mie, her will had been tempered through countless trials and was far more resolute than that of ordinary people, allowing her to persevere ti and again.
Finally, every move and every shift of the opponent’s swordplay was deeply imprinted in her heart.
The longsword swept like lightning, piercing into the heart ridian of the burly man.
With a flash of light and shadow outside, the burly man disappeared from sight.
All around beca dead silent, yet still filled with a tragic and fierce aura.
Han Yan stood there quietly, as her final thrust was delivered, her mind surprisingly beca clear as a blank slate. Although her strength didn’t grow in any way, she clearly felt a brand new insight into swordsmanship, or perhaps into the entire Sword Dao, unraveling various difficult points encountered during previous cultivation.
Han Yan understood that these insights might seem of little use now, but as cultivation deepened, they would certainly bring her considerable benefits.
Previously, she felt a bit sorry for those young swordsn who suffered ntal breakdown and severe injuries, forcing them to leave mid-way. Not only did they fail the test, but also wasted several months recovering. However, now she no longer thought so. Even if one didn’t pass the test, these insights would be imnsely beneficial, incomparable to months of cultivation.
Conversely, it was those young people who quit mid-way who missed such a great opportunity. When they realize the benefits in the future, they’ll surely regret it for a lifeti.
"You’ve passed the test, do you wish to continue?" A distant voice sounded in her mind, as if coming from beyond the Nine Heavens, from another world.
"Continue." Han Yan answered without hesitation.
Since she knew that the test itself was a rare opportunity, how could she possibly give up so early?
With that, a young swordsman in blue armor appeared before her, thrusting his sword towards Han Yan.
This sword strike ca so suddenly and swiftly that even with Han Yan’s experiences from two lifetis, encompassing countless battles, it was hard to evade.
Luckily, countless near-breakdown trials hadn’t gone in vain; her adaptive responses and insights into the Sword Dao have considerably improved from before. In a crisis, her body instinctively shifted, evading the opponent’s lethal strike.
Even so, the sword blade still tore through her arm, drawing a burst of fresh blood, accompanied by a deep, bone-penetrating pain. This pain was hundreds of tis more severe than before.
If it weren’t for Han Yan’s tempered will after her bout with Gui Yu Mie, and if she hadn’t endured considerable pain while comprehending the previous hundred-move swordsmanship, one strike might have driven her to a ntal collapse.
Han Yan bit her tongue hard, awakening her mind from the brief blank caused by extre pain, and counterattacked with her sword.
The opponent’s swordsmanship consisted of only ten moves, yet these ten were imnsely more exquisite than the previous hundred-move swordsmanship, each one seemingly a stroke of genius, containing endless secret techniques.
The cold blade flashed across her skin ti and again, leaving behind red blossoms of blood. Although knowing all was an illusion, the intense pain felt exceedingly real.
"I didn’t expect, Han Yan actually has so strength, managing to persist until now," soone stated in surprise, looking at Han Yan’s painful face drenched in cold sweat from outside the field.
Though the illusion was akin to an independent ti where ti passed exceptionally slowly, it wasn’t completely static. At this mont, half of the seven and a half minutes had already gone by. After four young swordsn had been carried off the field, six remained persistent till now, surprisingly including Han Yan in whom nearly everyone had little confidence.
"Indeed, this Big Playboy Mu is rather unexpected, but this group is truly impressive. Besides Han Yan, even five others have persisted. Who are they?" Another person spoke with admiration and then queried.
"Three are Huayue, Zirong, Jiang Yuzhe, all personal guards of Han Yan. And the other two, one is Ling Baobao, the other is called Tang Bufan, rumored to be friends of Han Yan," replied one person with a sowhat strange expression.
Upon hearing this, others also showed odd expressions.
The previous tests were still vivid in mory; with each group of ten people, having even one person pass was imnsely challenging, yet this group shockingly had six people persisting till now. The most surprising part was that among these six people, apart from Han Yan herself, the remaining five were all related to him; three as his close guards and two as his friends.
This Capital’s first playboy indeed has quite good social relations.
"Why do I feel that among these six, Han Yan is the one suffering the most?" soone observed the six in the field closely, speaking with doubt.
"I didn’t notice it until you ntioned it; Han Yan does indeed seem to be enduring more hardship than the others," soone chid in.
At this mont, Huayue, Zirong, and others were also exerting every effort to comprehend the Sword Technique, their faces equally drenched in sweat and pain. Yet, even Tang Bufan and Ling Baobao, who were considered the weakest, appeared much more relaxed compared to Han Yan.
"What’s so surprising about this? Among these family playboys, how many truly have skill? Without the backing of a family and a bunch of henchn causing trouble, and without having a group of accomplices, how much turmoil can they really stir?" soone remarked disdainfully.
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