The Sword Saint held his wooden sword and glanced at Yu Tian.
Yu Tian didn't have any solid sword form or stance. He just stood there, holding his sword. At least, this is what outsiders would have seen. But to the Sword Saint, it didn't seem that way at all.
"How is this even possible?" he wondered, observing Yu Tian, who was covered entirely in red lines. He swallowed nervously. He actually saw so many openings in him?
He had always been obsessed with his swordsmanship, thinking to himself that even if others could surpass him in cultivation, he could still manage with pure skill. How arrogant he had been.
He swallowed hard. "Please teach me," he said before charging.
Yu Tian maintained his position, not moving at all. He noted that the Sword Saint's skills were quite impressive. From his form to his swing, they were definitely impressive. But in the end, it was all just that... impressive.
