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As they fought, Han Yi was breathing in a relaxed manner, meanwhile Tian Ye was slowly breathing heavily due to burst of movements he was not used to, inefficiency, along with his underdeveloped body brought by his young age.
Tian Ye took this into account as he fought, so he started using spiritual qi to make up for his weakness.
Spiritual qi began to coat his legs, boosting his speed to three or four times his normal pace.
Han Yi just grinned but still caught each of Tian Ye's sword attacks with the tree branch wrapped with a thin spiritual qi, occasionally, it would have a thick layer of spiritual qi when it clashes with Tian Ye's sword.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
mid-fight, Tian Ye thought that the consumption of spiritual qi to boost his speed by coating his legs was too inefficient so he changed it up by only using spiritual qi at the moment he decides to move.
Not only did it lessen his consumption of spiritual qi, but also increased his speed by more than 7 or 8 times his normal pace the moment he starts moving but it's not without consequence because it results in slowing down his movement midway but it terms of efficiency, it was much better than before.
He then jumped forward and clashed his sword with Han Yi's tree branch that he thought had a will of its own.
Clang!
Because he was obviously trying to aim for the neck yet his sword attacks were always met with tree branch parrys.
Despite the difficult losing battle, a smile, filled with excitement covered his face.
Han Yi, seeing Tian Ye's expression, chuckled and said, "How rude. How could a disciple think of striking his master in the neck with a sword? And happily so with a smile on his face? But… go on!"
Han Yi shouted as he fought back, sending Tian Ye flying mid-air, 5-6 meters above ground.
Tian Ye, who was mid-air, was still smiling like a madman, however, unlike his excited expression and emotions, he was observing Han Yi's movement in a terrifyingly logical sound mind.
'Spiritual qi… right foot… direction... forward… spiritual qi amount… unknown… target… unknown…' His eyes looked around in the surroundings guessing what Han Yi's intentions were but… there were a lot of unknowns.
Like what extent of strength was his master willing to reveal? How far was he willing to go through in this sparring?
Han Yi then moved at an incredible speed that Tian Ye couldn't even see how he moved, but Tian Ye already guessed that he was moving forward to himself so he injected spiritual qi at the tip of his sword as he fell to the ground, and as if the time that had been moving slowly previously, started moving at a normal pace again.
"Flowing River Sword Style, Drifting Current!"
A large blue crescent-shaped line began to draw mid-air and by the end…
Clang!
"Brilliant!" Han Yi praised with his eyes glowing from excitement but then, his tree branch that he used as a sword, slid beside Tian Ye's falling Drifting Current, and a fast blue light extending from the front side of the tree branch surprised him by the neck and then sent him flying 10-20 meters away in an instant.
Boom!
He crashed, his body buried deep within a tree.
"Blergh!" He vomited a huge amount of saliva as he felt a stinging pain in his neck but as well at his entire back from crashing into a tree.
He could only hear Han Yi muttering with a soft voice, "Third Form of the Flowing River Sword Style, Returning Tide…"
With a smile, he waved the tree branch in his hand, slowly losing its blue colored light, "The Third Form of the Flowing River Sword Style, takes advantage of the enemy's attack. The stronger the flow, the stronger the Returning Tide will be. But this time… I only reflected less than 1% of the force or else your neck would have rolled through the ground. Although it was termed as the 3rd form, it's actually a fundamentally different sword technique compared to the forceful first and second form that focused on destructive power."
Ignoring the pain all over his body, he stumped both his foot on the tree and jumped forward, sending himself towards Han Yi with his sword slashing towards him.
Clang!
Han Yi was a bit surprised but then heard Tian Ye speaking coldly, "Please continue."
The cold tone of his wasn't on purpose but simply the result of extreme focus that he lost sight of everything.
Han Yi acknowledged this as he had experienced it several times in his life and these moments were rare so he nodded, "Alright, come at me with everything you've got!"
Tian Ye grabbed Han Yi's right hand that was gripping a tree branch with his left hand to pull Han Yi to himself and used it as leverage to be able to deliver a sword strike at Han Yi's neck with his right hand.
Swish!
Han Yi responded by turning his head sideways for a bit, and kicking Tian Ye's stomach to send him away.
Tian Ye was sent flying into the ground, a few meters away, but he hurriedly stood up and rushed towards Han Yi again.
Bruises appeared all over his body, his arms, legs, but he ignored the pain he felt and continued to fight.
Clang! Clang! Crash!
Repeated sounds of metals clashing against one another continued to sound over time with the occasional sound of a large object crashing into the ground or a tree. In this case, the large object that kept crashing into something was Tian Ye's body.
10 minutes later, blood was flowing throughout the small injuries that kept piling up on Tian Ye's body and Han Yi looked at him with a pale face, 'This is Tian Ye? Yes, he was logical but when he fights he's actually like this? He's like a beast that doesn't know when to stop!'
Although he was excited for him as he saw that he was improving as time went on and additionally, as his strength weakened, he fought more and more intelligently and efficiently but he was also worried because he doesn't know when to stop!
He tried to talk to him and wake him up several times but he was met with ignorant lifeless eyes as if it was simply a body made for the sole purpose of trying to improve his combat ability!
Was he like this too in cultivation? If so, the talent was simply terrifying that it might eat him alive!
He then saw Tian Ye, sideways facing himself, his sword raised pointing at him, condensed spiritual qi began forming at the tip of the sword.
'This is!' Han Yi was so shocked! The second form of the Flowing River Sword Style, Turbulent Wave was the most consuming in terms of spiritual qi! His body was already overdrawn from the fight and his spiritual qi was already about to run out from his continuous usage but he was now trying to do the Flowing River Sword Style with his tired body?
His eyes turned serious and he mobilized his entire spiritual qi to his legs and appeared beside Tian Ye tapping his palm to his neck at an insane speed that Tian Ye wasn't able to react to.
Tian Ye's eyes soon lost color, he fainted there and then let go of the sword in hand.
Han Yi's eyes then widened more as he saw the sword stop and drop from near his neck, if he was even the slightest late, his head would have rolled on the ground! The second form was a feint and he anticipated his instant movement to his side!
Han Yi caught Tian Ye who fainted in relief, "How monstrous…"
"Hahaha! That's quite a monster you have there, Old Han!"
As he muttered this, a laugh sounded from the side that even he was surprised because he didn't notice but then nodded respectfully as he recognized who it was, "Sect Leader."
In the direction of, In which Han Yi's turned his gaze to, was a young man.
He could even be said to be 10-20 years younger than Han Yi's middle-aged appearance, appearing in his early 20's or even late teens.
This was the mysteriousness of immortality, the older they were, the younger they would appear in terms of appearance.
This sect leader who looked to be a young man was Yang Feng.
Yang Feng, strode forward and tapped Han Yi with a chuckle, "Why are you so formal, Old Han! It's not like there are other people looking! With our relationship, what's wrong with you calling me Old Yang?"
Han Yi sighed, although he was assured when the Sect Leader was around due to his cultivation reaching the next major realm, but he didn't like his playful attitude very much and finds it hard to deal with so he just said, "Then, Sect Leader, I'll take my disciple to rest first, then report the overall situation of the sect later."
Yang Feng nodded and said nonchalantly as he walked away, "Take him away, but someday, when he reaches the 9th layer, I don't mind teaching him a thing or two, so bring him over to see me. He even looks like he won't make me wait that long, such a talented disciple you've taken, Han Yi."
Han Yi, who heard the words of the Sect Leader, couldn't help but feel shocked. As far as he knew, the sect leader, Yang Feng had never taught anyone in his life within the sect.
Not even he was taught by him when he was young, he just provided them with martial arts techniques and resources but anything further like one and one teaching was unheard of.
He looked at his disciple, Tian Ye, with a slight flickering gaze but then turned to Yang Feng saying, "Yes, Sect Leader, when the time comes, I'll bring him to see you there. Tian Ye being taught by you even if it's just for a moment, would be his greatest blessing."
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