Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 179 - 81: The Whetstone, Seventh Grade’s Heart Trembles!_3

His physique was extraordinary, and his mastery of sword techniques had reached the peak of perfection, with a high probability that he possessed Innate Divine Strength.

It was precisely because of this that he could precisely intercept his opponent's Rainstorm Sword Skill and block all the sword lights.

But at the same time, he also discovered Jiang Ning's weakness.

That was his lack of actual combat experience, his swordsmanship straightforward and filled with an overwhelming presence, yet devoid of any feints or variations.

This kind of opponent was not uncommon to Liu Qingsong.

If faced with those whose strength was inferior to theirs, the opponents would naturally become overwhelmed and defenseless.

But in the eyes of an experienced powerhouse like him, these were all flaws.

Liu Qingsong closed in, and his long sword thrust forward once again.

Hiss—

The water split apart.

A clear void appeared in the water, presenting a vacuum state.

This thrust was ten percent faster than the previous one.

In real battle, a ten percent difference often amounted to a gap as wide as heaven and earth.

"He still has hidden strengths?" Jiang Ning's mind tensed.

Once again, he brought his sword horizontally across to block.

In the blink of an eye.

No, something was wrong!!!

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Standing in the water, the currents around him were equivalent to the senses of his body.

Sensing the feedback from the water, Jiang Ning immediately perceived a change in the long sword in Liu Qingsong's hand.

The next moment.

The long sword that was initially thrusting at his blade suddenly softened, and like a cunning snake, it wound around the sword that was blocking in front of it, aiming for the tendons in Jiang Ning's arm.

"Just as I thought!" Jiang Ning murmured to himself.

The moment Liu Qingsong's sword momentum changed, he reacted.

He instantly withdrew and rapidly retreated from his position.

Under the control of his Water Spirit Affinity Divine Skill, his speed now was not only equal to his speed on land but even surpassed it.

In what seemed like a precarious situation, Jiang Ning dodged Liu Qingsong's lethal move.

"Oh?" Liu Qingsong muttered under his breath.

He continued to press forward towards Jiang Ning, fully showcasing the advantages of his Soft Sword.

Transforming into a highly agile snake, it coiled and dodged, avoiding direct confrontation with Jiang Ning's long sword.

Then he relentlessly attacked the vital points on Jiang Ning's body.

At this moment, Jiang Ning could only keep retreating, his long sword flashing with Cold Light, striking as he fell back.

Amidst the flicker of sword light and the glimmer of his blade, Jiang Ning had only the ability to dodge and parry, without any power to strike back.

At this moment, Jiang Ning once again realized the terrifying ability of an older generation powerhouse like Liu Qingsong.

"Fortunately, this is in the water. The sensation of the flowing water is the same as the sensation of my body," Jiang Ning thought to himself.

Currently engaged in combat in the water, both men were engulfed by the lake.

Every little change in Liu Qingsong was perceived unmistakably by Jiang Ning's mind.

At this moment, Jiang Ning felt that even if he were to close his eyes, he could still precisely see Liu Qingsong's every move.

"Such an incredible Water Spirit Affinity trait, in water it's as if I possess the ability to anticipate my enemy's moves. This effect is heaven-defying!" Jiang Ning sighed inwardly.

Yet, he dared not relax in the slightest!

No one knew whether Liu Qingsong still had any tricks up his sleeve.

If there was still something held back, letting down his guard would be tantamount to seeking his own death.

Meanwhile, Liu Qingsong grew increasingly startled as the fight continued.

At first, he clearly felt Jiang Ning was thrown into disarray.

Yet, as Jiang Ning adapted, Liu Qingsong sensed him gradually entering a state of ease and mastery.

Moreover, the longer the bout lasted, the more uncomfortable he felt.

No matter the variations in his direct sword moves, it seemed Jiang Ning easily saw through them, and every swing of his sword managed to block precisely at the critical point of Liu Qingsong's sword techniques.

Or it aimed at the vital points he had to defend.

This manner of fighting made him extremely uncomfortable.

Though he appeared to have the upper hand, he was actually falling into disadvantage.

"What kind of monster is this kid!!!" Liu Qingsong was astounded at this moment.

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He discovered he seemed to have become a whetstone for Jiang Ning.

The more he honed, the sharper Jiang Ning's blade became, its chill ever more biting!