It was the duel between Tang Ling and Han Xing.
If anyone who understood swords were to watch the duel, they would definitely comment that the two young men's swordsmanship was at the epic level.
In the arena, Han Xing's understanding of swords was self-explanatory.
As for Tang Ling? If he only relied on his Precise Instinct to break the strikes, he would be considered inferior. What was superior was Tang Ling's battle consciousness.
That's right, the best battle consciousness!
For example, if you stab me on the shoulder, I'll dodge it with my shoulder. If you stab me on the calf, I'll move my calf away.
Blocking the strike from the source was an admirable way to break the strike!
The feeling was actually close to one of the thousands of sword intents in swordsmanship, but unfortunately, Tang Ling did not know what a sword intent was!
It also proved that Precise Instinct was indeed a top-notch talent, but under Tang Ling's top-notch battle consciousness, it shone brilliantly.
No one knew whether there were any hidden swordsmanship masters in the arena or not.
However, even for the young geniuses below the ring, the duel was undoubtedly shocking.
If their basic abilities and talents were excluded, any of them who joined the duel would lose without a doubt.
The duel between the two swords was the best that the young geniuses could achieve.
Especially Tang Ling's technique break, the battle consciousness contained in it would always amaze the audience even when it was not noticed. It would make the audience think deeply about the battle strategy behind it.
The duel was fascinating in the eyes of the knowledgeable, but the common audience was baffled.
They could not understand the meaning of the duel between Tang Ling and Han Xing. They could not understand what was the meaning of the duel between Tang Ling and Han Xing. All they felt was that both of their swords were extremely fast, to the point that the audience could not even see how many strikes were executed in a minute.
It was even more boring to watch the duel through the screen. It was just a duel between the two of them.
There was no blood splattering everywhere, nor was there any violent aesthetics. It was so boring that it made the audience want to sleep.
Especially Mad Tiger, he even closed his eyes halfway through the duel. What was he doing?
It was then that the Wailing Pierrot sighed softly as if he felt it was unfair for Tang Ling and Han Xing.
Regardless of anything else, as the host of the Desperado Ring, how could he be blind?
However, the sad truth was that the truly high-end battles were usually not for ordinary people to enjoy, and those who could enjoy it were usually not in the junior arena area, but in the adult arena area.
Nevertheless, it did not stop the Wailing Pierrot from defending Tang Ling and Han Xing.
He picked up the microphone, coughed, and said loudly, "You must think this is a stupid and boring battle."
"Alright, I didn't explain this battle because I thought that you wouldn't understand even if I did. However, I have to tell you a fact. This is the highest level battle in the junior division arena in the past five years. Those who understand will naturally understand. "
"Those who don't understand can just stare at the big screen! You only need to be clear about one fact. This fact is that when this match is being broadcasted on the big screen, it has been slowed down by 50 times. Okay, that's all I have to say. "
As soon as the Wailing Pierrot's voice faded, the audience erupted in a thunderous uproar!
What kind of joke was this? The battle between the two of them needed to be slowed down by 50 times? Some of them unconsciously stared at the big screen.
On the big screen, the two of them were exchanging sword strikes like normal people. There was no sign of slowing down at all.
What is this? This is strength! What a shocking strength! With such a fast sword strike, if anyone else was in the ring, would they not have been pierced into a sieve?
The common audience might not understand battles, but they would understand the cold and intuitive data.
Therefore, when the Wailing Pierrot revealed the key point, the audience exploded.
At the same time, the essence of the sword in Tang Ling's mind exploded as well. Draw, lead, lift, block, strike, stab, point, smash … There were dozens of attacking movements that a sword could perform.
Each of them had its peak, and reaching the peak would allow one to approach the sword intent.
Only by approaching the sword intent could one comprehend the true essence of the sword intent, and the comprehension required a talent in the way of the sword.
However, this seemingly niche and unorthodox talent was actually an extremely rare genetic talent.
Other than that, there were many types of sword skills, such as speed, angle, moves, sword momentum … Every single one of them contained its own unique sword intent.
Through his Precise Instinct, even though Tang Ling had no talent in the way of the sword, he could 'see' the complicated sword intent. However, seeing was different from mastering it!
Similar to watching a dancer dance, one might be able to experience the beauty of her movements, but one might not be able to perform every single one of her movements.
Was it that hard to perform a stab?
Han Xing was also getting the feeling. Instead of saying it was comprehension, it was more like the memory of the sword that was instilled in his mind when he was young.
He was almost able to recall the feeling! It was the first time he recalled the feeling with a clear mind. He did not have to activate his talent and enter a special state to perform a few stunning strikes.
"So …" Tang Ling's eyes were still closed. His mind was filled with complicated and blurry thoughts like he was looking at flowers through the mist. He knew all he had to do was grasp one point.
All he had to do was grasp one point and he would be able to perform a stab!
However, regardless of which point he grasped, he had to comprehend it. Given how unfamiliar he was with the sword, he could not comprehend it.
However, Han Xing did!
He could find the key point from the characteristics of Han Xing's sword.
The key point was … Tang Ling suddenly opened his eyes!
At the same time, Han Xing finally found a certain feeling. It was the feeling of breaking the shackles. Speaking from the nature of a normal sword technique, it did not have much practical meaning. Tang Feng had once explained the meaning of its existence to him.
"A sword technique without a sword intent can't be considered a technique. It's just a variation of the sword, and the variation is nothing more than deepening your understanding of the sword."
If that was the case, he would have to learn the technique first. He would have to go from being unfamiliar with it to proficient, from proficient to mastering, and from mastering to breaking!
A single stab would be able to perform a myriad of variations according to the need! He could use the Eighteen Swimming Dragon Forms when he raised his sword and he could use the Plum Point Sword when he thrust.
This was the real way to break a technique!
His Precise Instinct would never be able to handle such a technique.
So, how could he perform such a stab? With that thought in mind, Han Xing suddenly closed his eyes.
"What happened? Mad Tiger opened his eyes and Han Xing closed them?
"Is this some kind of tacit cooperation?"
The audience below the ring did not understand why the two of them had a sudden change in attitude.
However, those who knew the ropes, including all the young geniuses, held their breaths. Everyone knew that the most crucial moment of the battle had arrived. Han Xing was going to perform a critical stab, and Mad Tiger, who they suspected to be Tang Long, might also have an epiphany during the technique break. Was he going to attack?
One had to admit that the young geniuses' judgment was correct.
Han Xing performed the stab the moment he closed his eyes. He understood that the key to breaking a technique was the heart of the sword, the one with the most freedom.
All he needed to do was understand that there was an opponent in front of him, an opponent that he had to fight with his sword. The sword techniques were not important anymore. All he needed to do was to perform the most effective stab with his sword according to his opponent's condition.
Han Xing's elbow trembled when he performed the stab. It felt like sword flashes were coming from all directions. It was a kind of reflection of the sword intent.
It was telling his opponent that no matter which angle he attacked from, his stab was waiting for him!
It was magnificent!
Among the young geniuses, one of them cried out in shock, "Sword intent! This is the sword intent formed when the way of the sword is fused with the spirit! As long as the spirit is formed into the sword intent, it's like it's strengthened a hundred times and materialized! "
Indeed, it was an illusory materialization. Upon a closer look, the myriad of sword flashes felt like they did not exist, but based on the feeling, they existed!
It was like a man who was like a tiger. When he stood there, one would feel like there was a roaring tiger behind him!
The same principle applied to the sword intent.
What about Tang Ling? How would Tang Ling deal with it?
Tang Ling did not choose to break Han Xing's technique this time because after Han Xing broke his own technique, Tang Ling had nothing else to break.
Therefore, Tang Ling also performed a stab. There was no myriad of sword flashes or magnificent aura. There was only a plain sword that pressed forward without any changes.
Bang! Below the ring, a young swordsman's sword fell to the ground. He picked it up with a pale face.
He muttered to himself, "There's no way to avoid this stab other than clashing head-on."
He was referring to Tang Ling's sword. He was a young swordsman who was ranked in the top ten of the Torrential Youth Ranking in terms of swordsmanship.
It seemed like he was right.
The sword intent that Tang Ling chose was a plain sword that pressed forward without any changes. It was a plain sword that was strengthened by speed and strength.
He did not dodge or evade. He stood as still as a mountain. His goal was to use all his concentration and strength to stab at his opponent.
Han Xing's sword struck!
His sword was like a myriad of stars that rained down on Tang Ling. Rustle! Rustle! Countless wounds were left on Tang Ling's body.
Tang Ling's sword struck out!
It was plain and simple, but the tip of the sword stopped at Han Xing's throat in an instant. A trickle of blood trickled down Han Xing's throat from the sharp tip of the sword.
However, in the next moment, all Tang Ling needed to do was slightly push and Han Xing would fall to his sword.
"I've lost." Han Xing's sword fell to the ground. He looked a little miserable as he grinned at Tang Ling with a pale face. He said softly, "I didn't think that you would be able to comprehend the essence of my sword even though you haven't formed a sword intent yet."
"You're good too. If it was a real fight, I wouldn't have gotten the upper hand with all the wounds on my body." Tang Ling chimed in, but he added, "Sometimes, things aren't that complicated. If you think the technique is binding, then don't care about the technique. Don't even care about the opponent. All I have to do is stab my sword forward and force my opponent's sword forward."
"Breaking techniques is about pursuing freedom. If that's the case, don't be restrained by your own technique and don't be led by the nose by your opponent. Your opponent's reaction isn't important at all.
"I've learned something! You're good, but it's not your Precise Instinct that's good. It's you. "Han Xing cupped his fists, bowed, and walked down the ring.
Indeed, it was not Tang Ling's Precise Instinct that was amazing to be able to comprehend a single sword. It was his innate battle consciousness that existed for battle!
His awareness was the talent that no one else could comprehend in Tang Ling!
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