That is to say, her combat level should be on the same level as Lu Qingshan.
But many times, watching Lu Qingshan fight still made her feel inferior.
This is the Young Master, my Sword Master.
She thought.
"What is this?" Ying Jie seemed to realize something.
The suffocating killing intent in the air grew stronger.
Lu Qingshan's long sword was like a flash of cold light, splitting time and again.
Each strike would yield three Sword Lights.
This was an even higher understanding of swordsmanship than before.
Lu Qingshan advanced, and the three Sword Lights pressed down.
Ying Jie's eyes turned bloodshot, his fists flickered, repeatedly striking at the Sword Light.
"Disperse for me!" he roared.
But then something strange happened again.
The Sword Light condensed, transformed into a Sword Trace, and inexplicably dispersed.
Ying Jie's full-powered strike hit nothing, making him extremely uncomfortable.
He staggered forward a step, lowering his fists.
