Chapter 728: This Sword Strike Is Unprecedented in History
It took only a few seconds for the elderly man, who appeared to be in his twilight years, to transform into a muscular warrior. This scene stunned countless people.
Many older individuals revealed expressions of astonishment and delight.
Could it be that the art of reversing aging truly exists in this world?
Only Li Xiaofei saw through it. He realized that Jiepeng Sword Saint was burning the last remnants of his life force to unleash the full potential of his body. He had pushed himself to the absolute peak state.
This was the pinnacle of martial arts in the present era. It belonged to the reasonable limits of Earth's martial arts. It was not some supernatural technique from beyond the stars.
Li Xiaofei could not help but sigh in admiration. As expected of a nation's Saint. In this era, where the spiritual energy of Earth was in decline, achieving such a level of martial cultivation was truly unprecedented.
This feat required extraordinary martial talent and an unwavering devotion to the path of martial arts. Had he been born beyond the stars, he could have undoubtedly ascended to the rank of a Star level cosmic lifeform.
What a pity.
Sitting in the spectator's stand, Li Xiaofei carefully observed and analyzed everything. He had to admit, true masters always carried the heart of a student. One should never underestimate others just because they had seen less of the world. Perhaps the only difference between two individuals was their origins. If their roles were reversed, the other person might even surpass him.
In the arena, Oniba Henzō’s body erupted with an overwhelming surge of energy and pressure. He gripped the hilt of his massive tachi and drew it from its sheath inch by inch.
It was an unsharpened blade with a pitch black surface. The steel was rough, covered in tiny grain-like indentations, resembling a piece of scrap iron at first glance. But Li Xiaofei could see through its true nature. The black iron was extraordinary and had a faint aura from beyond the stars. It was likely forged from some kind of celestial meteorite.
Oniba Henzō bent his left arm, clamping the blade between his forearm and upper arm, and drew it across his arm with a sudden pull. Fresh blood splattered across the arena. He had used his own flesh and blood to sharpen the blade. The sword now had an edge of unparalleled sharpness.