The two blades collided again and again, sparks flew, but the frightened people looked around in puzzlent..
The world shook, the barrier and the ground underfoot shook. But there was not a single sound. Only two barely noticeable shadows appearing in the arena in flashes of light and sparks of the torn energy of the world.
The air was turned out so much that the vacuum areas did not let anything through. Only impeccable experts with the most sensitive external gyres could feel the monstrous power of these blows. Only marquises should have owned this!
What was even more frightening was their sword energy. Instead of huge and bright blades, they concentrated the energy of the world along the blades, compressing it almost to a solid state.
Perhaps this made their attacks look less colorful, but all the spectators were experts and therefore understood that it was not a matter of appearance. It was this lack of color that scared the most!
Each of their blows cut through the very fabric of the world, the compressed energy did not dissipate at all, but enveloped their swords in an impenetrable veil.
In impeccable rank they both reached the power of marquises!
The geniuses from all over Kyushu were amazed. This is the power of the greatest geniuses of Kyushu? What will happen when they beco marquises? What about kings? And the emperors?
Are new gods born??
Yan Yun was not very surprised. Everyone had long considered him the strongest, the true descendant of the Sword God. But this Lin Yi, where did he co from? Where is that terrible Huashan that gave birth to this monster??
In contrast, Yan Yun was at the peak of an impeccable rank, standing one step away from becoming a marquis. But Lin Yi, only at the third stage out of ten, fought with him on equal terms!
Having climbed to the peak, will he be able to challenge the kings? What to call such a person? And is it a person??
The greatest geniuses have felt sha. How dare they consider themselves talented in comparison with him??
anwhile, hundreds, if not thousands of strikes erupted in the arena. None of the impeccable experts could count them. Yan Yun turned out to be right, much more terrible than the sutra and movent technique was Lin Yi’s sword art.
Every ti the tip of his blade accidentally pointed at soone in the crowd, people felt their knees tremble.
He could kill them all and no one would stop him.
And in his hands there was not even platinum art, just gold. Sotis he used silver, and if possible even hit with regular blows.
With techniques that these geniuses despised, he would have defeated any of them. While they were learning techniques, he was learning the very essence of martial arts. No one would be surprised if he said that he ca up with his own techniques.
A wave of sha and insight swept through the crowd. People looked at their treasures in a new way. Many people have already begun to think about better studying conventional techniques and understanding how to use them. If this person could deflect the blows of impeccable technique with simple techniques, maybe they could do it too?..
Suddenly everyone recoiled, feeling a wave of sothing inexplicable.
Yan Yun took a deep breath as he jumped back. In these few minutes, he tried Lin Yi's techniques up and down. His pride, the platinum sword art of the Yan family, is what prevented him from developing. He had to discard it and start from the very beginning, elevating the basic techniques to such an absolute level that with their help he could repel the attacks of platinum techniques!
This is the second insight that a worthy opponent gave him. He felt the gate of the third will of the sword begin to open slightly.
He suddenly realized sothing else.
Why did voidwalkers appear in their world less and less often, until they stopped appearing at all?.
This was the root of the problem. In their pride.
They all put their energy into learning rather than understanding. Everyone was chasing technology and a stronger will. He was like that himself. Over the years I tried to discover new wills, to make the techniques stronger. But I never looked back. Never tried to understand sothing that I simply rembered as an irrefutable truth.
Any art was based on basic techniques. Everything was built on them, but they passed them and imdiately forgot them in pursuit of new techniques..
A building without a foundation is dood to collapse. That's why for so many years not a single tower has reached the level of the Voidwalkers!
Yan Yun's face suddenly changed as he felt this insight. If you want to achieve sothing, you can’t just follow soone else’s path. You have to find the way yourself!
That's why Lin Yi countered his platinum moves with basic moves. Strength is not in knowledge, strength is in understanding!
Even in a battle of endurance, Yan Yun felt that he would lose. Basic techniques required tens of tis less energy than platinum techniques, and Lin Yi did not waste a single grain of energy..
From his opponent's expression, Lin Yi knew that Yan Yun had finally realized the difference between them. It's ti to end this fight!
First Heavenly Blade - Speed!
Lin Yi seed to turn into a ray of light.
Yan Yun didn’t even see the movent, he just felt through the energy of the world that the blade was already at his very neck.
The swords collided with the roar of the falling heavens, Yan Yun was sent flying back like a bull. People scread - no one saw the move, but everyone saw who was weaker.
However, this was only the opening move. Lin Yi had already caught up with him and struck again.
Second Heavenly Sword - Accuracy.
Yun felt his heart clench. He did not understand the movent of the energy of the world, he only felt a sharp tug that pulled his heart onto the sword.
Such a ruthless technique... Lin Yi did not learn this in duels. He was clearly a warrior accustod to fighting to the death.
That's... that's why Lady Huang called him the Deadly Sword God!
People held their breath.
But he was called the Young Sword God for a reason. Yan Yun gathered himself in flight and a powerful will spread throughout the world.
This was the will of a great hero, ready to imdiately challenge all the evil that exists in this world. Lin Yi fell into a trance for a mont, sensing an invincible legend in front of him, a great demigod who had fought more fights than all the other experts combined.
Just an illusion, a deception of the aura, but the blade slowed down enough for Yan Yun to be able to deflect it.
Lin Yi's face did not change. It was the turn of the Third Heavenly Sword. Strength.
The third sword and the third will.
The world has disappeared. Only darkness remains.
And she grabbed Yun in an indestructible vice.
He suddenly realized that he could not move. He could only watch helplessly as the sword approached.
He bit his tongue, forcing himself back to his senses. It was just an illusion. He could control himself!
The second will got in the way. Determination that no one can break. A nail that bears the weight of responsibility of the whole world. A hero who climbs to the bow of a ship during a storm to show others the way with his light.
With deafening thunder and blinding light, the darkness was split into pieces. Yun was thrown almost all the way to the barrier.
This ti, Lin Yi did not chase after him. He remained where he was. And the three wills of the sword united into one.
Speed. Accuracy. Strength.
“Well,” he smiled. “You are the first in a long ti who managed to withstand parts of my will. Try it all.”
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