Chapter 16: Turning Qi into a Sword
But Lu Fengmian’s eyes were tightly shut, yet his figure moved within the cramped space like willow fluff in the wind or a shadow under the moon, always narrowly avoiding the blade at the most critical moments.
Those two sword-shadow duplicates were almost indistinguishable from the true sword, but they had no effect on him at all.
This was precisely a special movement technique he had obtained from the system in his early years—“Seek guidance from the moon, seek guidance from the wind”.
This movement technique brought the mind and spirit into harmony with heaven and earth, allowing one to sense the flow of wind, the waxing and waning of moonlight, and even the rhythm brought about by an opponent’s mental power, muscle movement, and even fluctuations in thought.
As the battle continued, He Shi’an grew more and more horrified.
His sword became faster and faster, his attacks denser and denser, and even the vague outline of a third duplicate began to appear! Sword qi crisscrossed, carving countless fine marks across the arena floor.
But Lu Fengmian remained calm and composed. His moon-white figure wove through the sky full of interlacing sword shadows as though he were taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard, with not a single leaf touching his body.
His calm, closed-eyed expression formed a stark contrast with He Shi’an’s increasingly impatient and increasingly ferocious attacks.
On the high platform, the pride on Peak Master Leng’s face had long since vanished, replaced by solemnity and disbelief. Elder Lin and the others stared without blinking, their eyes bright.