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Chapter 477 Drawing a Sword to Cut Water (Sixth Update! 13200 Monthly Tickets Added! Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

At this moment, Jiang Xinyuan had one hand on his knife. Unlike Li Qi, whose steps were steady and light, Jiang Xinyuan's steps were very slow, moving forward step by step, as if each step was under tremendous pressure.

In fact, Li Qi was not specifically targeting him at this time, but when Jiang Xinyuan developed the idea of ​​fighting with Li Qi, a kind of interaction and confrontation naturally arose.

Indeed, Li Qi is very strong, but Jiang Xinyuan, at his age, has already broken through two major limits; how could he be an ordinary person?!
Moreover, the path he follows, the path of Xinyi Liuhe, the martial arts Zen sect, is one of proving martial arts with the mind and forging the mind with martial arts. The body may be defeated, but the mind cannot be subdued.

He practiced his sword under a waterfall in the mountains, swinging his sword again and again, only able to cut water with his sword!

Of course, he knew that his sword could not cut through the water, but the result was not important. What mattered was the process. Each swing of the sword was a training of the mind.

Every strike is a struggle against the crashing water and against the thoughts and emotions of giving up in one's heart.

Until one day, when the thought of giving up no longer existed in his heart, all that remained when he swung his sword was calmness. Although the water still flowed, he knew that he had already cut the water with his sword!

At this moment, in Jiang Xinyuan's perception, Li Qi was like a waterfall, or rather, a galaxy, and the slight rotation of those stars was an irresistible, boundless force.

But when he drew his sword to cut the water, every step was a strike, and each strike was purer and stronger!

Sure enough, sweat was already dripping down his face without him realizing it, and his steps were becoming heavier and heavier, but his mind was becoming more and more peaceful.

Four or five minutes passed before Jiang Xinyuan finally walked onto the stage, and no one seemed to think there was anything wrong with the matter.

Many people even felt that Jiang Xinyuan's ability to stand opposite Li Qi at this moment was proof of his strength, even though his clothes were soaked with sweat.

"There are many outstanding people in the world. Judging them by their level of cultivation is truly arrogant."

At this moment, Li Qi thought to himself that he had watched Jiang Xinyuan all the way to the stage.

Talent is indeed important, but it is by no means the only factor.

"Unfortunately, there are many fools in the world who judge people solely by their level of understanding."

With this thought in mind, as Jiang Xinyuan went on stage, a sixty-second countdown appeared on the big screen.

This is time for players to interact. You can use it to make friends, or to trash talk and distract your opponents, if you have the ability to do so.

Jiang Xinyuan didn't speak, but his mind was focused and he kept accumulating power. Fortunately, he unleashed it after sixty seconds.

Li Qi naturally saw this, but he didn't interrupt. He wanted to see how spectacular Jiang Xinyuan's sword strike would be, given how much he had been building up his power with each step and swing of his blade.

Boom!
As the countdown ended, the clear sound of an ancient bell rang out.

Then Jiang Xinyuan suddenly moved. The distance between them was more than sixty meters, but at this moment it was as if the distance did not exist. Before the bell had even rung, Jiang Xinyuan's knife had already appeared in front of Li Qi.

This strike gives the impression that the blade is faster than the person, capable of severing time. Indeed, one can cut water with a blade; who can say that the river of time is not a river? Since it is a river, then time is naturally a kind of water as well.

Buddhist martial arts are all imbued with wondrous ingenuity, especially after departing from the crooked path of cultivating only the mind and neglecting the physical body. The unity of Zen and martial arts can be described as combining the strengths of both paths. At this moment, Li Qi also drew his sword. The blade flashed, like flowing moonlight, not sinister, but possessing only a strong, nourishing meaning for all things.

Many legends contain the idea of ​​absorbing the essence of the sun and moon. At this moment, Li Qi's spiritual world is like the sun, while his sword has transformed into the bright moon. The sun and moon move in parallel, changing and rotating, clearly indicating that he has gained something and had some enlightenment.

In fact, with his martial arts skills, he wouldn't even need to draw his sword to defeat Jiang Xinyuan.

His drawing of the sword was a sign of respect for a seeker of the truth.

Many people are not even worthy of his attention. Just like Xu Youyi, whom he met a few days ago, she is not only weak but also impolite, relying entirely on her talent to run rampant. Therefore, he did not even have the intention of drawing his sword and dismissed her casually.

Although Jiang Xinyuan is only at the second level of the limit-breaking stage and his martial arts are far inferior to Xu Youyi's at the third level, his sincerity is far greater than Xu Youyi's. If Xu Youyi's talent were given to Jiang Xinyuan, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Jiang Xinyuan's future achievements would far surpass Xu Youyi's.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in life; this world is never fair.

Sonorous!

The two swords clashed together, sparks flew and silver dragons snaked through the air.

Many people were surprised at this moment. Jiang Xinyuan was not killed instantly by Li Qi. This was very unreasonable.

Slaying the young Great Sage with three strikes—that's incredibly impressive! How is Jiang Xinyuan still standing at this point?!
"Li Qi wanted to see Jiang Xinyuan's swordsmanship. He acknowledged Jiang Xinyuan's pursuit of the Dao and his fighting spirit, and regarded him as a fellow Daoist!" Zhuang Buzhou murmured at this moment. "This kind of aura, this kind of pattern, is still an anomaly. Is this person destined to become the next Saint in the future?!"

Zhuang Buzhou was a man who had experienced many storms, and was even resolute in his will. Few things could make him lose his composure. Even if the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, he would at most smile. If he could not resist, he would face death with composure. He would not cry out to the heavens and earth, nor would he tremble in fear of death.

But at this moment, he was trembling all over, not from fear, but from shock.

He knew all too well that in this world, there were always people who fawned on the powerful, knelt before the strong, and despised the weak. This was human nature. It was nothing unusual for a capable person to befriend other capable people. But it was terrifying if an incredibly capable person could befriend ordinary people, discover their strengths, and not be arrogant and look down on them as ants, but instead sincerely communicate with them.

Immortals and mortals are one, dragons and snakes return to their true nature!

This kind of thing sounds simple, but Zhuang Buzhou knew that even if he understood this principle, when he encountered ordinary people, he would inevitably look at them with a condescending attitude, looking down on them and seeing through them at a glance, just like a god.

Given the current gap in martial arts skills between Li Qi and Jiang Xinyuan, it wouldn't be unreasonable to say that there's a world of difference between them.

But Li Qi solemnly brandished his sword and was willing to observe the other's martial arts skills.

With this mindset, Zhuang Buzhou's mind raced at this moment, and the final conclusion he reached was summed up in just two words: invincible.

Although he had never met the Three Saints, he knew that in terms of mentality, Li Qi had absolutely surpassed the Three Saints; none of the Three Saints could achieve this.

This mindset is almost akin to the path of sainthood!

If this happened to a saint, it would be one thing, but to happen to a sixteen-year-old boy, the only word to describe him is invincible.

(End of this chapter)