If the sword art from before was a fish in the sea, now it truly resembled the great tides.0

Slowly, a coastal wind blew from the east, and vapor rose from the sea. The wind entered the sword force, and the sea the sword intent.0

Every time he swung his sword horizontally, it was like the crash of a great tidal wave.0

Every time he swung his sword vertically, it was like the ebbing and flowing of tides.0

Xiahou Qi was like a small boat attempting to weather the majestic, magnificent storm that was Chao Haisheng’s sword force. At first glance, it looked like he would capsize and perish at any moment.0

In reality, Xiahou Qi was fine. In fact, he showed no signs of decline at all.0

Those who looked closely would discover that Xiahou Qi—despite fighting with his bare hands and using plain, simple techniques—flashed red with every move he made. He could always pinpoint a weak spot in Chao Haisheng’s techniques and destroy its sword force...0