On the training field.
Jiang Ning raised his hand to grasp, and the long sword fell into his hand.
Though his figure remained motionless, the ground within several meters trembled slightly.
Master Mingxin observed the dust slightly rising from the ground in all directions, his gaze becoming solemn.
"I've heard that Lord Jiang is proficient in saber techniques and archery. Are you using a sword this time because you look down on this humble monk?"
"How could I look down on Master Mingxin? I recently acquired a remarkable swordsmanship and wanted to test its sharpness with Master Mingxin!" Jiang Ning replied.
"Very well, I would like to see how Lord Jiang's sword dao performs," Master Mingxin said.
"Please enlighten me!" Jiang Ning said, holding his sword and cupping his hands as a salute.
Upon hearing this, Master Mingxin pressed his palms together and slightly bowed to Jiang Ning.
"Lord Jiang, please enlighten me!"
Swish—
The next moment.
