"Senior Sister Lian Shuang, your Sword Dao is transcendent. In that case, I'll ask for your guidance on the Sword Dao first." Ling Fei's gaze focused, and he drew a Spirit Sword.
Sparring with others was a way to test one's strength and broaden one's horizons.
But sparring with Lian Shuang was an opportunity to discover his own shortcomings and address them. That was why Ling Fei intended to begin with a duel of Sword Dao.
If he could elevate his Sword Dao even slightly, this duel would be well worth it.
"Very well," Lian Shuang, a woman of few words, replied, her gaze resting lightly on Ling Fei.
As she spoke, the aura around Ling Fei shifted.
Standing on the platform, he seemed to gradually merge with his sword, as if he himself were becoming a long blade.
Within Ling Fei's Dantian, Sword Patterns intertwined and spread outward. The essences of his various Sword Dao Mysticals began to coalesce before flowing entirely into the Spirit Sword in his hand.
