Low-level Martial Artists relied more on the inherent power of qi and blood in their bodies than on True Essence in battle. This was because the True Essence within them was insufficient to sustain them through a high-intensity fight.
"Storm Sword!" Ye Tian roared furiously, his qi and blood power surging explosively. Around him, stone slabs within a radius of several meters cracked in succession, and rings of dust-laden qi waves spread outwards. Behind him, a phantasmal image of a raging tempest seemed to materialize.
This was Sword Intent!
"Heavenly River Swordsmanship!" Hong Yuan's gaze grew concentrated, and he too activated his "full power." Streams of great river-like Sword Intent phantoms were summoned by him, pressing forward beneath his blade.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of blows. Afterward, they brushed past each other, surprisingly evenly matched.
