Chapter 788: Battle Realizations

The Human World

The swordsmanship of these two swordsmen was exquisite, but their strength was not great. Qin Sang defeated them with little effort. Unlike puppets, they had no vital points, so Qin Sang treated them as living people.

However, as soon as these two were defeated, two more swordsmen immediately leaped from the wall, giving Qin Sang no time to recover.

With his path blocked, Qin Sang understood that he was meant to press forward.

In the long corridor, sword lights crisscrossed.

Qin Sang’s breathing became heavy, but his eyes grew brighter.

He had fought more than a dozen battles in a row, slowly advancing into the corridor. He could only move forward, not backward. The darkness at the end of his vision was slowly being dispelled, yet he still couldn't see what lay beyond.

The swordsmen's strength grew with each encounter, increasing in a regular pattern. Sometimes it was their swordsmanship, sometimes their cultivation. He could only use his swordsmanship or his divine abilities, as his magic treasures remained sealed.

Qin Sang had a premonition that he would be defeated before reaching the end of the corridor.

He didn't know what awaited him then.

He had tried everything, but he was powerless against the restrictions in the corridor.

*Swish!*

Two more swordsmen jumped down, employing different swordsmanship from the previous ones.

Each swordsman used only one type of swordsmanship, but all were extremely refined. A sword cultivator who walked this sword path would, without a doubt, see significant progress in their swordsmanship.

These swordsmen were his opponents, yet they also felt like teachers.

Qin Sang could clearly feel that he had gained many insights during the battles. Unfortunately, with an unknown fate weighing on his mind, Qin Sang couldn’t feel any joy.

"These two swordsmen, working together, are almost as strong as me!"

Feeling the might of their sword light, Qin Sang’s heart sank slightly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to go much further.

However, his movements remained unaffected.

The Ebony Sword trembled slightly, emitting a clear sword cry. It then transformed into a flash of lightning, erupting with extreme speed to close in on one of the swordsmen before their combined attack could land.

Such swordsmen could be described as perfect sword cultivators: fearless, emotionless, and capable of the best response when attacked.

But facing the Sword Qi Thunderclap, this swordsman's speed was still a little too slow.

Just as the sword stance began, it was broken by the Ebony Sword's preemptive strike.

The lotus-shaped sword qi in front of the swordsman was pierced by a bolt of lightning. The Ebony Sword continued its momentum, instantly passing through the swordsman's chest, then slightly veering off to target the other.

The swordsman, gravely wounded in a vital spot, suddenly froze. His sword qi dissipated, and he sheathed his sword, bowed to Qin Sang, then transformed into a cluster of green light and silently vanished.

The other one didn't last much longer.

Immediately after, two more swordsmen leaped from the wall behind him.

Upon their first clash, Qin Sang's expression changed. They seemed to have anticipated the Sword Qi Thunderclap. Before the Ebony Sword could strike, they converged and adopted a defensive posture.

Their sword stance was peculiar. Their spiritual swords pointed together, and the surrounding sword qi formed a shield as dense as a tortoise shell.

“This sword path…”

Qin Sang sighed helplessly. No matter what swordsmanship he used, the next enemy would inevitably counter him with a technique that suppressed his.

Unexpectedly, even the Sword Qi Thunderclap was no exception.

This time, Qin Sang learned his lesson. He didn’t rush to reveal his Sword Light Division, but instead used the Sword Qi Thunderclap to slowly wear them down and kill them.

A single type of swordsmanship, no matter how powerful, couldn't be without flaws.

After this, he settled down and entangled with his opponents, patiently searching for a way to defeat them.

*Tap! Tap! Tap!*

Qin Sang's footsteps echoed in the corridor, slow but incredibly steady.

During this process, Qin Sang simply threw caution to the wind, completely forgetting everything else. In his mind, there was only the sword in his hand, and he was immersed in the way of the sword. He didn't even notice that his swordsmanship was subtly improving.

The swordsmanship he had learned in the past was now integrating and entering a state of complete mastery.

The Sword Qi Thunderclap also began to show subtle variations.

This pure sword-fighting duel was an unprecedented experience for Qin Sang, and the gains were astonishing.

"Oh no! Their strength has increased again!"

Qin Sang's pupils suddenly constricted.

The two newly appearing swordsmen also knew the Sword Qi Thunderclap, and they were familiar with his weaknesses.

Having just defeated two opponents, Qin Sang hadn’t even caught his breath when two flying swords, like thunder and lightning, attacked from left and right, making it difficult for him to respond.

Qin Sang was forced to use Sword Light Division out of helplessness.

He was already very satisfied that he had lasted this long. Had it been the Qin Sang before entering the corridor, he would have been defeated by the first few swordsmen.

The Ebony Sword split into two, but the sword light didn't block the other flying sword. Instead, it launched a surprise attack on one opponent.

The plan succeeded. Qin Sang pushed both palms forward, his true essence vibrating as he cast a Daoist spell to block one sword. The Ebony Sword tangled with the other flying sword, and the surprise attack of the sword light successfully killed one of the swordsmen.

"Aside from swordsmanship, any of my own strengths can be used: physical body, spiritual sense, Daoist spells… However, the power of Daoist spells is closely related to true essence, making it difficult to exceed cultivation limits. Spiritual sense and the physical body are possibilities, but such secret arts are too rare."

Qin Sang had gained new insights, but unfortunately, he had not specifically cultivated his physical body or spiritual sense.

At this point, the pressure on Qin Sang intensified significantly, and the battles became increasingly difficult.

When the swordsmen began to use Sword Light Division, he finally ran out of energy, and his journey reached its end.

Qin Sang was filled with unwillingness, staring wide-eyed into the depths of the corridor. The darkness there was thinning, and he was about to see what was inside, but he was facing defeat.

*Whoosh!*

A crescent-shaped sword qi came flying toward him.

Qin Sang hastily swung his sword to block, feeling a sharp pain in his wrist. He was thrown back by a massive force, stumbling against the wall.

Immediately after, the swordsman appeared like a ghost in front of Qin Sang, his attacks like a fierce storm. Finally, gripping his sword with both hands, he brought it down with full force!

Death descended!

Qin Sang's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a non-human roar. Since he began cultivating, no matter the difficulty, he had never given up. Even facing this certain death, it was no different.

He poured all his strength into swinging his sword to fight back.

The next moment, a blinding sword light flashed past his eyes.

In that instant, Qin Sang thought he had died.

After a moment of disorientation, Qin Sang felt no pain. He glanced around and realized he had been moved back to the corridor entrance at some point.

The swordsmen had vanished, and the corridor was peaceful, as if everything had been a dream.

Qin Sang was drenched in sweat. He quickly summoned his Ebony Sword to check it. Seeing that it was undamaged, he breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the ground, a smile breaking through his exhaustion.

After a brief period of rest, Qin Sang stood up, his expression already calm. He gazed into the depths of the corridor, recalling what he had just learned, then walked back in without hesitation.

He at least needed to see what was at the very end of the corridor.

Furthermore, Qin Sang had a premonition that his swordsmanship realm was about to achieve a great breakthrough.