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"Did I see it clearly?"
Gu Ping ignored Tan Siyuan's anger and pointed in the direction where the beam had just burst forth, asking a question.
What is there to see clearly? How could Coco see it? It was clearly an ambush. As Tan Siyuan thought about catching Gu Ping off guard, he suddenly pointed his right leg at Gu Ping, sending a faint blue sword energy toward Gu Ping's left eye.
At that moment, Tan Siyuan was taken aback, his mouth agape, unsure of what to say. How could anyone catch the sword energy like that? Although it was merely a tiny sword energy emitted from his fingertip, it contained the essence of all the sword practice Tan Siyuan had undergone.
That kind of Sword Intent, like Rao Zhi Rou's, seemed weak but concealed a deadly intent. Many disciples who had sparred with her had suffered hidden losses because of it.
However, the scene with Yan Dong left both of them stunned. The accuracy and power they witnessed were unlike anything they had ever seen. Even Liu Lao Jiu would not dare to intercept their sword energy with his leg, even if that person’s cultivation was two levels lower than his own.
I see; he saw it, or rather, he felt it—perhaps even predicted it.
Gu Ping gently exerted force, and the sword energy between his fingers dissipated into the air as if it had never existed.
How did he do that?
Liu Lao Jiu also found it hard to believe. How could someone possess such keen insight? How could such a person exist?
As she looked into his left eye, he had already predicted her every move. This foresight allowed him to react swiftly, even in moments of confusion. It was not only about understanding himself but also about comprehending his enemies. The more he understood, the greater his chances of victory became.
Gu Ping was never stingy with what he had learned; for him, those lessons were invaluable. They were tools that could help him survive and thrive, whether it was the Liangyi Sword or any other technique. He knew that one day he might no longer need those skills, and when that time came, he would forget them entirely.
With less than half a month remaining, Gu Ping practiced diligently at the academy's base in the Chen Kingdom while awaiting the disciples sent to participate in the Demonstration. Occasionally, he would visit Sky Plaza to spar with some Outer Sect Disciples or Foundation Disciples from the Eastern Faction.
Every night, when silence enveloped the world, Gu Ping would retreat into solitude, immersing himself in the purest forms of Light Power and Chaos Power. The chaos was dark, yet it coexisted with light, embodying both forces simultaneously within the Liangyi Sword. Though not as powerful as either light or darkness alone, it could still unleash a significant portion of the sword's potential.
However, Gu Ping refrained from doing so. In Ru Ming's Cultivation World, most believed that black was a color associated with Demon Cultivators. Even blood-red was often interpreted as fire or another attribute; black had no such association.
If he were to wield the Liangyi Sword using the dim Chaos Power, it would inevitably emit a black sword aura. At that moment, Gu Ping would find it difficult to explain himself; no one would listen to his justifications amidst such a stigma.
Gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, he could feel its coldness and the aloofness of its Artifact Spirit. The spirit never initiated communication with him but always worked in harmony with Gu Ping's sword intent. It was a unique bond; Gu Ping understood that the sword spirit comprehended him.
The sword allowed Gu Ping to grasp infinite techniques and experience the purest essence of light and Chaos Power. Thus, his swordsmanship mirrored his boxing style and agility—one principle applied to all techniques.
From beginning to end, Gu Ping's moves stemmed from his insights into light and his combat experiences outside Flowing Cloud Realm. This foundation made him formidable; he never followed others but remained in his own world, drawing opponents into his area of expertise. Therefore, it could be said that Gu Ping had never encountered anyone truly on his level.
Perhaps only those whose realms surpassed Gu Ping's could engage him in a true contest of skills.
After several days of interaction with Dong Lai, Liu Lao Jiu developed a more profound understanding of this young man before him. It seemed as if there were no limits to his progress; every day brought new improvements that were truly frightening. No other cultivator had ever given off such an impression of relentless advancement.
All cultivators typically required time to accumulate their spiritual power before making strides forward. Yet Gu Ping was different; within just a few days, Liu Lao Jiu could distinctly sense that Gu Ping had grown even stronger—his spiritual power boundless.
As time accumulated, every cultivator's external reserve of spiritual energy became increasingly abundant. However, Gu Ping's progress seemed to stagnate. Each day, he presented a different mental state, yet it appeared more genuine. The coldness in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a more vibrant version of Gu Ping that emerged before everyone.
They had seen the Chief.
At Sky Plaza, some disciples who had sparred with Gu Ping felt a surge of excitement upon his arrival. After all, it was rare for such a powerful senior brother to be willing to clarify their doubts. Often, those seniors would either spar directly with them or use them as practice dummies without providing any feedback on their shortcomings.
"Chief Senior Brother, how about we spar again? Let's see if Yi Dong has made any progress with his Mountain Crushing Fist."
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