The one-eyed man shot backward, staring at Ning Jiang in shock.
He had practiced the sword his entire life, crossing blades with countless experts and defeating more Sword Cultivators than he could count. Although he had lost a few times, it had always been to an opponent's sword.
But just now, Ning Jiang had simply flicked his finger. That single, simple move had shattered his Sword Technique and prevented him from launching any follow-up attacks.
He had never encountered anything like it.
He carefully replayed Ning Jiang's move in his mind, running through simulations. The more he thought about it, the more horrified he became.
He realized that no matter how he attacked, Ning Jiang's flick would have broken his form. It was like a snake being seized by the neck—a perfect strike against his vital point.
It felt like a stroke of genius.
"Again!"
