However, Lu Li's strength was too great. Even in just one confrontation, Wang Yue was seriously injured, and his blood and qi surged.

"You're really strong," Wang Yue said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Li remained silent and continued to draw his sword.

The two clashed again. Lu Li's swordsmanship was exquisite and his moves were tricky. Once he got close, it was difficult to escape and one could only defend.

Wang Yue was shocked. He had thought his strength was among the best in the world, but compared to Lu Li, he was pitifully weak.

It's like a huge mountain; even though you have immense strength, you're powerless to move it.

The two fought fiercely for countless rounds, with Lu Li holding back a great deal of time, until Wang Yue lay on the ground, unable to get up again, at which point they finally stopped.

“Your swordsmanship is already highly refined, but you haven’t yet mastered the essence of swordsmanship,” Lu Li said to Wang Yue as he sheathed his sword.

"Sword intent? What does that mean?" Wang Yue looked bewildered.

"It's your own way of the sword!" Lu Li said with a smile.

"Your own swordsmanship?" Wang Yue was taken aback.

"Yes, just like your eyes, ears, and nose, these are all part of your body."

"The sword is also a part of your body!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yue immediately fell into deep thought.

After a long while, he suddenly raised his head, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"I understand! I finally get it!"

Wang Yue's body suddenly trembled, and his eyes flashed with wild joy.

As the descendant of a deceased friend, this was all Lu Li could do.

"I remember your ancestor Wang Li guarded the Great Wall back then. What happened to him afterward?"