To be fair, Cui Yuan's swordsmanship has indeed made great progress.
The broken sword lost its advantage in length, but at this moment, Cui Yuan's figure had already become like a ghost—after receiving a heavy blow to the chest, not only did Cui Yuan show no sign of injury, but he instead used the momentum to fly away, then charged again at an incredible angle, clinging to the ground.
One inch short, one inch perilous.
Clearly, even though he hasn't practiced the Red Needle Technique, Cui Yuan has already grasped the essence in another way.
"Is there really such a thing as genius in this world?"
Du Chengfeng couldn't help but think of He Xiqing, that man like a War God was the same way. There are always some people in this world favored by fate, who with minimal effort far surpass others' years of toil.
But he too was no longer the old Du Chengfeng.
