Sword Master Lin Feng possessed an Innate Middle Stage Cultivation. As a veteran Innate Realm expert, he could hold his own against even an Innate Late Stage powerhouse thanks to his mastery of Body Sword Control.
However, today was a friendly gathering of swords, and the key word was "sword."
When sparring on the stage, one could not use their Cultivation, only their Sword Technique.
They would compete solely based on their Sword Technique.
"There's anger in your eyes. You want to avenge Gao Jin. Come on, then."
Ning Jiang was ever so calm. Neither the young man from before nor Lin Feng now was enough to make him take them seriously.
He was even empty-handed, with no intention of drawing his sword.
"Junior, if you can take ten of my sword strikes, I'll consider it your win."
As Lin Feng spoke, his footwork blurred into a line. Like a hunting leopard, he was in front of Ning Jiang in the blink of an eye.
SHIING.
