Chapter 904: Chapter 92 Sword Dao, the Domain of Geniuses_3

A gust of wind whistled past Lu Qingshan’s ears.

After Ying Jie retreated half a step, he advanced once more, punching out again.

Even though it had been a long time since he settled a duel purely through moves and engaged in brawls, Ying Jie adapted very quickly.

Two millennia of extensive training had honed his combat instincts to a terrifying level, far from mere lip service.

Here, Lu Qingshan twisted his calf, dodging the punch’s shadow, and lightly flicked the Demon Suppressing Sword towards Ying Jie’s throat.

Ying Jie seemed to sense it, intuitively reaching out to grab the sword, directly seizing the blade in his hand.

Lu Qingshan’s eyes turned cold as he forcefully twisted the sword.

A green light reappeared.

Blood Beads shot from Ying Jie’s hand.

But this move by Ying Jie wasn’t completely meaningless.

Though pained, forcing him to release his left hand holding the sword edge, his other hand had already formed a fist, blasting towards Lu Qingshan.

This punch had immense power, the wind howling, as if ready to smash Lu Qingshan’s head with one blow.

With no time to dodge, Lu Qingshan raised an eyebrow, the Demon Suppressing Sword in his hand moving almost seamlessly to block horizontally.

This punch was ferocious, carrying a mountain-crushing force, crashing onto Lu Qingshan’s sword.

Ying Jie felt it first.

Using fists to clash with the Divine Weapon, Demon Suppressing Sword, how could he not feel it?

A bone-deep scar appeared vividly.

Yet Lu Qingshan also bore a minor setback.

The astonishing force from Ying Jie’s fist traveled through the sword, affecting Lu Qingshan’s physical body, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

They seemed to have fought to a standstill, or perhaps Lu Qingshan held a slight advantage.

But Ying Jie sneered.

Because his recovery power and endurance were still stronger than Lu Qingshan’s.

This seemingly minor exchange was, in fact, a gain for him.

Like two businesses in a cutthroat competition, he lost a thousand dollars a day, the opponent lost eight hundred, but he had ten thousand dollars, while Lu Qingshan only had five thousand.

Who would collapse first was self-evident.

At this point, Ying Jie began to relax.

“Initially, I doubted your identity, but now I’m certain, you’re not Qing Ge, absolutely not,” Ying Jie suddenly said.

“How can you be sure?” Lu Qingshan asked calmly, still curious.

“Your swordsmanship is unparalleled, it’s absolutely not something a person of Qing Ge’s age could possess,” he said.

“Swordsmanship is originally the hardest and mightiest among battle tactics, requiring the most time and effort.”

Lu Qingshan shook his head.

He wasn’t denying Ying Jie’s speculation about his identity, but lamenting Ying Jie’s insight.

But he didn’t say much to Ying Jie.

Though his wrist was slightly numb, he had already drawn his sword to strike again, taking two steps forward.

In Ying Jie’s view, Lu Qingshan’s sword seemed two degrees faster than before.

“An illusion?”

In such a frantic moment, there was no time for overthinking.

He let out a tiger’s roar, punching out, stirring up gusts of wind.

Ying Jie wasn’t accustomed to using fists, or rather, no War Demon was accustomed to using fists.

They liked and excelled at using their self-incubated Demon Soldiers.

So, unable to summon weapons, Ying Jie had only this one move, unable to show off.

Yet by relying on force and speed, he still forced Lu Qingshan into a precarious situation.

Lu Qingshan faced this fierce onslaught without yielding an inch.

The Demon Suppressing Sword cast shadows of blades, flickering amongst the punch trails, like butterflies flitting through flowers, seeking weaknesses and vital points.

However, Ying Jie defended well, and when unavoidable, he would raise his arm in defense, letting his arm get hurt to avoid any critical hits.

This kind of perilous duel made it impossible to gain a full advantage, requiring the willingness to risk injury.

Ying Jie saw it all clearly.

He truly was a powerful opponent.

The sword and fist shadows overlapped, forming an impenetrable blur.

Lu Qingshan’s expression was hard-set, feeling waves of immense force radiating through the Demon Suppressing Sword.

His arms gradually went numb.

The blood marks on Ying Jie’s arms increased, turning into bloody hands, dripping with fresh blood.

Though painful and severe, it wasn’t fatal.

The real damage of Green Steel, in the current situation, seemed more like a mere scratch.

Not useless, but killing an Eighth Grade cultivation Ying Jie with this would require a meticulous effort.

The problem lay in whether Lu Qingshan could endure until Ying Jie fell.

The battle seemed to evolve into a war of attrition, to see who would falter first.

But this was Ying Jie’s domain.

Lu Qingshan was already at a disadvantage.

Ying Jie’s eyes brightened.

At this moment, the Demon Suppressing Sword shivered, thrusting towards his throat.

However, Ying Jie, accustomed to such moves, prepared to punch out to block.

Completely time-having.

Only minor injuries at most.

He thought.

The long sword suddenly glimmered.

Ying Jie widened his eyes, pupils dilating.

How fast the sword!

How bizarre the strike!

This sword was like the ones before, yet subtly different.

This sword, charging forward unimpeded, seemed to fold space itself, suddenly bypassing several inches to stab at his throat.

It was the skipped inches in space that left him unable to defend.

A sword drew blood, Blood Beads shooting from his throat.

This was the heaviest injury he had suffered so far.

Because it injured a critical point.

Qin Yitian gazed fixedly at Lu Qingshan, revealing a hint of a smile, a flash of astonishment fluttered in her eyes.

She had seen through something.

Strangely enough.

She had clearly inherited the Sword Master’s–the innate talent of Lu Qingshan.

Power would even align with Lu Qingshan.