My Swordsmanship Has No Upper Limit

Once Longxi - Sword Pulling was ready and infused into a single droplet of water, Zhong Ming again bent his finger, taking aim at Shi Yun.

"Goodbye!"

BAM!

As Zhong Ming flicked his finger, the tiny water droplet shot toward Shi Yun like a sharp arrow.

This time, Shi Yun was extremely close to Zhong Ming, making it incredibly difficult for him to dodge or intercept the attack from afar.

"?!"

The incoming projectile did indeed make Shi Yun’s pupils shrink, but he roared, "Don’t underestimate me!"

"Mantuo, Black Snake!"

Following Shi Yun’s furious roar and a surge of bizarre power, the giant Water King Snake coiling around him began to rapidly darken, the blackness spreading out from his right hand.

WHAM!

Zhong Ming’s water droplet collided with the King Snake. At first, the Dao Rhyme - Flow of Water worked as expected—the force of the water current could barely hinder the sharp aura of Longxi - Sword Pulling. In fact, it became a medium for transmitting the Ripples of Water.

But as it collided with the blackened currents, something went wrong.

A sinister, cold power that seemed capable of corroding anything instantly eroded more than half of the force Zhong Ming had sent through.

As a result, Zhong Ming’s attack was completely neutralized before it could even reach Shi Yun’s body.

’What is that?’

Zhong Ming’s attack had failed, but Shi Yun’s assault didn’t stop.

Controlling the sinister Black Snake, he continued to charge Zhong Ming. This time, his assault was even fiercer and more vicious.

However, he had barely taken a step forward when, with a WHOOSH, Zhong Ming fired another water droplet, this one not particularly powerful.

"It’s useless. Your power can’t do anything to my black Mantuo... I’ve been in the Demon Suppression Bureau for years, your senior brother. It’s not like I have nothing to show for it!"

THWACK!

He was right about one thing: the power of Zhong Ming’s attack this time wasn’t very high.

Upon hitting the black Mantuo King Snake, it only released a small shockwave before losing all momentum.

What Shi Yun hadn’t expected, however, was that Zhong Ming’s attack had struck the absolute core node of his Magic Technique.

The spreading shockwave shattered the core node of his Magic Technique perfectly.

CRASH...

Nearly all Magic Techniques have a core. When this node was attacked, before Shi Yun could even react, the giant Black Snake simply—BAM!—collapsed in mid-air.

Spirit Stream Finger - Jie Technique.

...

The destruction of his Magic Technique made Shi Yun falter for a moment. Zhong Ming seized the opportunity to create some distance and catch his breath.

HUFF, HUFF, HUFF...

With that, the lightning-fast exchange came to a temporary halt.

And at this moment, the fluttering bamboo leaf had yet to touch the ground.

"That just now was... Spirit Stream Finger - Jie Technique!"

As a man with rich combat experience, Shi Yun instantly understood how Zhong Ming had shattered his Magic Technique.

But that didn’t stop him from looking at Zhong Ming with a complicated expression.

"First, you grasped the essence of the Flow of Water, and now you’ve used the Spirit Stream Finger - Jie Technique. Plus, the power you infused into that water droplet was the Longxi Sword-Drawing Technique, wasn’t it? To have grasped all this in such a short time... Junior Brother, you truly put me to shame."

Zhong Ming replied, "Senior Brother, you’re not weak either. Your Flow of Clouds and Mist and Light and Shadow Illusion completely fooled me. The Snake Form was so lifelike it felt alive, and that black water posed an extreme threat to me."

"Heh..." The compliment made Shi Yun’s expression turn bitter. "Junior Brother, if we had started our Initiation at the same time, your words might mean something. But I’ve been cultivating for eight or nine years longer than you!"

After his lament, Shi Yun’s expression suddenly hardened. "But I will not lose—"

WHOOSH!

The words "will not lose" had barely left his lips when his distant figure instantly dispersed.

At the same time, the hiss of the Black King Snake erupted right beside Zhong Ming—Shi Yun’s earlier praise had been both heartfelt and a battle tactic.

He had meant to distract Zhong Ming and launch a surprise attack.

It was a good idea, but Zhong Ming, having been fooled once, had kept his Bright Mirror Stilled Water - Ripples active the entire time.

Thus, the surprise attack was entirely within Zhong Ming’s expectations.

’I’ve been waiting for you!’

"Longxi - Sword Pulling... slash!"

And just like that, Zhong Ming and Shi Yun clashed fiercely once again.

WHOOSH!

HISSS...

Droplets of water shot through the air as the King Snake hissed. Their violent collisions sent water splashing like shattered jade, and a dense steam quickly rose, shrouding the battlefield in a blur.

Within the hazy Mist, Shi Yun, who had formed a tail from water, moved like a flying serpent, darting up and down without pause.

As for Zhong Ming, using the Wave-Surging Dragon Stream Step, his body moved like a roaming dragon, never staying still.

The flitting figures, the intense and dangerous combat, and the clash of Magic Techniques—it was all too much for the spectators, Yi Yunya and Orchid, to take in at once.

It also left Yang Chen, Qi Hong, and the others amazed.

"Zhong Ming... he can actually keep up with Shi Yun’s pace!"

This statement revealed what Qi Hong and the others had initially thought.

They had always believed that Zhong Ming couldn’t defeat Shi Yun. Even after he infused Longxi - Sword Pulling into a water droplet and could launch it from a distance with terrifying power, Qi Hong and the others still held this belief.

The reason for their thinking wasn’t that they looked down on Zhong Ming. Rather, in their minds, a battle was never just about a few techniques; it was also about combat experience and battlefield reflexes.