Martial Master

Feixing Sword Technique is a sword technique from Qin Chen's previous life. He has reached the peak of understanding its essence, making him no weaker than anyone else.

"If I want to kill him, I should try to use as many techniques from my previous life as possible to achieve remarkable results."

"However, such a good opportunity, why not learn more about myself?"

"Come!"

Qin Chen did not attempt to kill this first spiritual entity with all his might but instead engaged in a constant melee with him. During the battle, he tried to showcase the cultivation methods and martial skills he had yet to fully master in this life.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Attacks were continuously unleashed from Qin Chen's hands, and the brilliant true essence collided in the void. Through this ongoing fight, Qin Chen gained a very clear understanding of the black-robed swordsman.

Fast!

Like thunder and lightning!

Like a thunderous charge!

In the blink of an eye, both sides exchanged hundreds of blows, each one precarious.

Puff!

As sword light flashed, both Qin Chen and the black-robed swordsman were sent flying at the same time, each sustaining a bloody wound.

"Haha, refreshing, too refreshing."

Qin Chen laughed heartily, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, extremely excited.

How could he not be excited?

After his rebirth, Qin Chen had encountered numerous battles.

But in each confrontation, he either faced powerful enemies far beyond his realm, overwhelming him with their levels; or he encountered opponents of similar ranks whom he easily crushed, with no third possibility.

These battles lacked any sense of passion, frustrating Qin Chen, who loved to fight in his previous life.

But now, on this supreme sword path, Qin Chen was experiencing that fiery bloodlust.

The black-robed swordsman simulated by the supreme sword path matched him perfectly in strength, speed, true essence, and defense. In some martial skills, he was not as good, but in others, he surpassed Qin Chen.

This was a perfectly matched opponent, rare to find in the world.

Finding a worthy opponent, a hero feels lonely.

It was not easy to find someone who could fight with all their might, someone who could inspire his blood to boil; how could he not be thrilled?

"Hahaha, come again!"

In laughter, Qin Chen fought fiercely with the black-robed swordsman.

The flow of true essence in the air created a stunningly beautiful scene.

If a strong cultivator were to witness Qin Chen and the black-robed swordsman fight at this moment, they would undoubtedly be shocked to the point of their eyes bulging.

The exquisite techniques, perfect understanding of the essence, and the extreme display of speed, strength, and true essence—this was no clash between two Seventh Level Martial Kings; it was more like a confrontation between two unparalleled powerhouses, neither yielding an inch.

In the battle, Qin Chen's mind was clear.

His body was continuously covered in wounds, blood soaked, and striking to behold.

But he did not think of ending the fight quickly; rather, he was filled with fervor, continuously operating the Nine Stars Divine Emperor Technique and the Indestructible Holy Body, contesting with his opponent.

At this moment, Qin Chen's purpose was no longer just to defeat the black-robed swordsman to pass the assessment.

He wanted to use this confrontation to identify the flaws and weaknesses in his cultivation methods and martial skills, gradually improving himself.

He also craved a deeply satisfying battle.

One incense stick.

Two incense sticks.

Half an hour.

Qin Chen was completely immersed in this battle.

With the fight, his gaze grew brighter, and his battle stance became increasingly fierce.

His comprehension of sword intent also deepened!

The black-robed swordsman seemed like a mentor rather than an enemy, slowly confirming some of Qin Chen's doubts in martial arts.

Looking at him, Qin Chen felt as if he was seeing himself.

After more than half an hour, Qin Chen finally regained his senses from this exhilarating battle.

At this moment, his body had no intact place left; he was covered in blood, his robes in tatters, and his true essence was drained significantly, with twelve main meridians severely damaged.