Miao Jianying's feet skimmed across the arena as he retreated, while Fei Xuesong stood motionless, waiting for the slightest opening in his movements.0

People called the technique the Assassination Sword because its imperceptible strikes resembled those of a hidden killer. Although it resembled assassins' techniques, it delivered a more sinister and refined execution.0

But Fei Xuesong could no longer wait as Miao Jianying pressed forward, forcing him to the arena's edge. The Wind-Chasing Cross Slash would push him out of the arena if he didn't retaliate.0

Just a few steps from the boundary, Fei Xuesong finally struck. He thrust his black sword like a venomous viper as a black wisp of sword aura neared Miao Jianying's neck. Fei Xuesong had refined each Assassination Sword strike to its absolute limit.0

Gasps rippled through the crowd, stunned by Fei Xuesong's attack. 0

"What a fast strike!" someone exclaimed. 0

Liu Wuxie blinked in surprise.0

Swordsmanship didn't rely on comprehension, but it demanded endless refinement and practice until the swordsman became one with the blade.0

Miao Jianying was a formidable swordsman who...0