In the city.
Two beams of sword light soared into the sky, with the sword light like a rainbow, oppressive sword intent ravaging in all directions.
Then the two quickly separated, and just as swiftly interwove once again.
On the platform, the two swung their long swords as their figures vanished and reappeared, the sword intent pressing down on the platform, accompanied by roaring sounds.
Soon after, the platform began to crack, unable to withstand the rampage of sword intent.
The crisp clanging of their long swords colliding rang out.
Their body techniques were agile, their sword intent sharp.
Everyone was exclaiming in astonishnt.
They had initially thought this would be a completely one-sided match.
Yet, to their surprise, the fight was evenly matched for now.
Ye Qingxue tightly grasped Ye Mumu's hand and exclaid in shock,
"Am I seeing things?
"The Han Ming who is traveling with us actually has such cultivation?"
"You're not seeing things, but can you stop grabbing ?" Ye Mumu cried out in pain.
Ye Feng thought back to what he had said to Han Ming earlier, and his cheeks reddened with embarrassnt.
Speaking casually about a favored and blessed son of heaven in front of him...
It was utterly humiliating.
"Han Ming is indeed formidable, but do you think he can win?" Ye Qingxue suddenly asked.
The others fell silent.
Faced with one of the Seven Extres Swords from the Mountain Sea Sword Sect, they had never even entertained the thought of winning.
Would it be possible to win?
It seed unlikely.
They could only see how long Han Ming could last.
And that was not just their sentint; everyone else was thinking along the sa lines.
Voices from around began to reach them.
"Who is this person? He's quite powerful."
"Indeed, I wonder how long he can last."
"No matter the duration, it's enough to prove he's a genius bestowed by heaven."
"Truly so, soone from a minor sect shines brilliantly under an immortal sect, matching a favored and blessed son of heaven blow for blow; that alone is enough for him to take pride in."
Such comnts were everywhere, even where Jiang Hao was staying at the inn.
Everyone was speculating on how long Han Ming could hold out.
Hearing this, Jiang Hao chuckled and said, "Why do you all think Han Ming will lose?"
A middle-aged man looked over and said, "The friend might not know who this person is facing, that is a favored and blessed son of the immortal sect.
"To have such a performance in the early stage is already comndable; it's not that this Han Ming is inferior to anyone, it's just that's how their foundations are."
"The foundation of the Heavenly Note Sect is indeed weaker, but so have received special favor, so the gap in foundation shouldn't be that significant," Jiang Hao explained.
The middle-aged man seriously said, "Friend, you must be from a minor sect. The horror of an immortal sect is beyond your imagination."
Jiang Hao nodded and said no more.
Han Ming had great innate talents and opportunities.
What he lacked was guidance, but for the sake of coaching Han Ming, his master had studied Kendo for a long ti.
So the gap between Han Ming and the immortal sect was not so wide.
Even if it existed, his centuries of experience were enough to bridge it.
Innate talent is important, but it is not everything.
Han Ming ca with his sword, his heart and mind focused on that intent,
How could he be judged simply by how long he could withstand?
"He ca for an Inquiry of Swords, not just for a competition," whispered Jiang Hao.
The people around didn't take it seriously.
Jing Dajiang earnestly looked at Han Ming and said, "He's a promising young talent, indeed, but overall he still falls short unless...
"No way.
"Is that what he ca here for?"
"It's hard to say," the bearded elder spoke up.
Jiang Hao simply continued to watch without further comnt.
At this mont on the platform, the light of blades and swords exploded, with strength bursting forth.
Han Ming held the Mountain River Sword, invoking the Mountain and River Sword Formation, every move exuding a profound aura.
Around Jian Chengji, black and white auras surged, causing everything nearby to dim.
The two forces constantly collided.
The powerful sword intent forced the onlookers to retreat step by step.
However, as ti passed, Han Ming began showing fresh blood, he was the first to sustain injuries.
As such, the others beca even more certain of the final outco.
Everyone was guessing how long this Han Ming could last.
But before long, Jian Chengji also began to spill blood; he too was wounded by Han Ming's sword.
The battle was reaching a fever pitch.
Han Ming found himself at a disadvantage.
For a mont, Ye Qingxue and the others grew increasingly tense, not knowing when they had actually begun anticipating the outco.
They had a feeling, Han Ming…
Might not lose.
Deep into the night.
The sword light illuminated the heavens and earth, making everyone feel as if the night had been dispelled.
This battle was illuminated with resplendent light; Han Ming had been completely overpowered since the latter half of the night.
It seed his injuries prevented him from mounting a full-powered attack.
"He's going to lose; I think he'll lose before dawn," soone uttered.
However, as dawn neared, suddenly an imnse sword light burst forth.
Han Ming was sent flying backward.
Jian Chengji also retreated a considerable distance.
At that mont, Han Ming stood tall in the sky, his body covered in nurous injuries, with blood continuously spilling out and staining the earth.
His aura was gradually weakening.
Yet, his gaze never changed; his heart held a sword, his hand a sword's intent, he would not be defeated, nor would he concede.
Jian Chengji looked downcast, and while he seed to have the upper hand, he could see that the opponent's sword intent was as sharp as ever, indicating nothing had changed.
"The Mountain Sea Sword Sect's reputation is well-deserved," Han Ming suddenly said with a laugh.
"Friend Xing is not bad either," Jian Chengji responded.
At this point, Han Ming, burdened with serious injuries, lifted his sword and softly spoke to the blade,
"In my youth I mistakenly ate a fruit, becoming a kin to the mountains and rivers, yet I've never sought their help since I was little.
"Now, please convey a ssage for ."
The Mountain River Sword vibrated.
Han Ming tilted his head upward and said softly, "Borrow a dawn's light."
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