Luoshui.
Below the lake's surface.
Blades and swords shimmered incessantly, bursting forth with force that made the lake's surface surge with waves, causing fish nearby to dare not approach.
After dozens of breaths.
Liu Qingsong's eyes sharpened, and with a flick of his wrist, his Power burst forth, straightening the soft sword that flexed like a snake.
Zing—
Jiang Ning blocked with his horizontal blade but was still forced back several paces by the strike.
He took the opportunity to retreat and adjust his stance.
Thereafter.
Jiang Ning halted, gripped the hilt tightly, and Qi-Blood surged through his right hand, the numb sensation gradually dissipating.
At the same time.
"You're quite good!" Liu Qingsong spoke, "I seldom praise someone like this, you are the first!"
"It seems, Senior Liu still has some techniques unutilized?" Jiang Ning slowly said.
As he spoke, Jiang Ning also felt his body recovering due to being soaked in the water.