Inside the small attic.
Pei Ye leaned against the window, watching the surging crowd and murmured softly, "That's truly impressive..."
It was the first time he had witnessed a contest at the level of the Frigate Rankings, and it was far from the least, giving him only one feeling... no weaknesses whatsoever.
The most definite strength, the pinnacle of Eighth Level, the foundation laid from youth, the expansive view of combat, and of course, the nimble adaptability and resilient mindset.
And swordsmanship that was sufficiently outstanding.
Once one climbed high enough, trump cards indeed became routine tactics, or at least, they became routine trump cards.
The clash between two Thought Swords, the most important thing was... naturally to see whose "Intention" was stronger, who could wield the sword better. But there must also be "cleverness" involved, right? If one entered the fray just right, could the weaker not overcome the stronger?
