Not only did a flurry of thoughts race through Chu Lingguang's mind, but he also saw the speed and power of Xuanyuan Jinkang's Sword Technique rapidly diminish. The previously cunning moves now seemed riddled with openings before him, as if they could be broken at any moment.
'I don't just need to win glory; I need the strength and foundation to bear it. Otherwise, too much renown will only bring trouble for my master and me.'
'Xuanyuan Jinkang, you win.'
Chu Lingguang deliberately angled his Spear Technique aside. In that flash of insight, his perception evolved once more, and his Spiritual Sense underwent a metamorphosis. Before him, Xuanyuan Jinkang's Sword Technique had lost all its advantages.
With that one thrust, Chu Lingguang could have used his Flesh and Blood Divine Abilities to injure Xuanyuan Jinkang's internal organs, instantly shatter his Sword Technique, and then, with the next two strikes, defeat—or even kill—him.
