"Blood Killing Ten Forms upgraded!"
Li Jing lightly tapped with his hand and mind.
As the Free Points dropped to zero, "Blood Killing Ten Forms" was upgraded to level five.
Countless Sword Moves emerged out of nowhere in his mind.
Regarding Swordsmanship, Li Jing had a very deep comprehension, and even extrapolated a move called Throwing Sword based on his previous foundation.
This Sword Move, originated from the battlefield, resembled a desperate throw but was trickier and faster.
Once thrown, no one could dodge it.
Naturally, by the same logic, once thrown, if the enemy was not killed, the situation would become extremely passive.
It can be said that it should not be used unless absolutely necessary.
After analyzing the pros and cons, Li Jing nodded lightly.
Level four "Blood Evil Technique"
Level five "Blood Killing Ten Forms"
His current strength, compared to when he first entered, was more than doubled. Continuing at this rate, he was confident he could surpass Yan Chixia, becoming the true number one in the world.
Of course, all these premises hinge on him slaying enough Demons to gain enough Free Points.
As Skills improved, the required Skill Points increased exponentially.
The experience gained from meditation and practice was a drop in the bucket compared to the vast needs.
This is also why, over the years, the Xiahou family had not produced any prominent masters.
Ever since realizing the importance of the demons to himself, Li Jing never stopped his killing spree.
In front of the "Demon-slaying Sword", no demon could hide.
In just a few days, several demons hidden in Jiangdu were slain by his sword.
Though none of these Demons could compare to the "Seven-stringed Demon Zither,"
Indeed, many were just newly transformed little demons. They hardly provided him with many Free Points.
But!
The benefits were also obvious.
Because of his killings!
The security and atmosphere of Jiangdu drastically improved.
Although not to the extent that no one would pick up lost items or lock their doors at night, the citizens' sense of security greatly enhanced.
Many people even spontaneously brought Xiahou Jiang food, minced meat, fruits, and the like.
Others submitted proposals.
Hoping Xiahou Jiang could stay in Jiangdu City.
Even Wang Sheng, Pang Yong, and Pei Rong also came several times to express their gratitude.
The underlying message was asking Xiahou Jiang to stay in Jiangdu and work with them.
Because of his reservations, Li Jing didn't agree.
After several such occasions!
Unable to contain his curiosity and spurred by Wang Sheng's instigation, Pang Yong took the initiative to propose a match.
"Great Xiahou swordsman!"
"I know you are the world's foremost swordsman!"
"Your martial prowess naturally surpasses ours."
"But Pang has diligently practiced for more than ten years and experienced countless battles."
"I believe that my martial arts skills are unmatched by many."
"May I request you to enlighten me?"
Hearing Pang Yong's words, everyone was stunned.
How could Pang Yong possibly be Xiahou Jiang's opponent?
Isn't this an act of self-humiliation?
Li Jing was also somewhat dumbfounded by Pang Yong's request.
However!
He still nodded forcefully.
Truthfully, Pang Yong wanting to spar with him aligned perfectly with his own thoughts.
It was an excellent opportunity to test the combat capabilities of this world using Pang Yong.
It was a necessary move!
After all.
High-end powers like Yan Chixia, Tree Demon Grandma, and the Black Mountain Old Demon were too far away from him, and there was no way for him to test against them.
Although Pang Yong was impulsive and even somewhat rough, he was indeed a master in "Painted Skin."
Even to the extent, it brought quite a bit of trouble for the Nine Heavens' beautiful fox.
...
As the news spread.
Everyone knew that Pang Yong was going to challenge Xiahou Jiang.
People with things to do and nothing to do, all gathered around, even Pei Rong, unable to restrain her curiosity, stood in the front row accompanied by her maid.
Pang Yong didn't expect that a simple sparring would cause such a significant impact.
When he saw Pei Rong come and look at him with an expectant gaze, his heart grew even more excited.
In the end, due to using too much force, the green veins on the back of his hand were bulging out one by one.
"Xiahou, the warrior!"
"This Blood-Drinking Mad Blade of mine is three feet three inches long, forged from black gold, and weighs seven jin and three liang!"
"The swordsmanship is like a raging wind, most violently ferocious!"
"Please be careful!"
Pang Yong held the blade with one hand, trailing it behind him, with the blade tip facing the ground, speaking with a solemn voice.
Li Jing nodded slightly in response.
"Raging wind sweeping through!"
"Sandstorm filling the sky!"
Pang Yong leaned forward, lifting the blade upwards.
The blade tip lifted up a hundred grains of yellow sand, hurtling straight toward Li Jing's eyes.
At the same time, his long blade moved diagonally with a speed beyond normal imagination, the angle extremely tricky.
"Kill!"
Li Jing stepped back to avoid the flying sand, his Demon-slaying Sword still sheathed.
The broad sword, like a door panel, slapped down.
Bang!
The blade tip and the sword body collided, making a sound of metal clashing.
A huge force came through, and Pang Yong felt an uncontrollable sensation.
Before he could adjust his movement, Li Jing's sword swept horizontally a second time.
Pang Yong had no choice but to awkwardly lift his hand, using the long blade for cover.
The enormous force came again. He couldn't help but step back several steps!
The Blood-Drinking Mad Blade was struck heavily and flew away.
"Is this a defeat?"
Looking at his own weapon thrown away and the split calluses on his hands, Pang Yong still felt surreal.
Just two moves!
He had been defeated!?
Isn't this too fantastical?
Could this be the gap between him and the world's number one swordsman?
He used to be so arrogant, looking back now, it seems utterly ridiculous.
Not only was Pang Yong shocked.
Wang Sheng was as well.
Pang Yong's strength was clear to him. Due to his exceptional talent, Pang Yong's combat strength was the highest in Jiangdu City.
Even if he struck suddenly, taking the advantage, he wouldn't gain the upper hand.
He never expected that Pang Yong, whom he considered even stronger than himself, couldn't last more than two moves against Li Jing.
This gap... truly too vast, isn't it?
Seeing the astonishment of the two.
Li Jing said with a smile: "You two need not be shocked, nor belittle yourselves!"
"The reason Xiahou could defeat Pang Yong so easily is not just his own strength, but also the contribution of the Demon-slaying Sword."
"This Demon-slaying Sword is an heirloom passed down through generations in my Xiahou family."
"It has drunk the blood of numerous demons."
"In terms of power, it is second to none among the divine weapons of this era."
"That's why Pang Yong was caught off guard and ended up so embarrassed."
Listening to Li Jing's explanation, Pang Yong and Wang Sheng felt a bit better. Meanwhile, they couldn't help feeling envious toward Li Jing.
Why don't they possess a divine weapon like the "Demon-slaying Sword"?
Just as everyone was filled with envy, Pei Rong, dressed in a snow-white fur coat and more beautiful than flowers, stepped forward with a smile, half-kneeling to pay her respects, "Xiahou, the warrior, is indeed formidable. I have an inconsiderate request here and hope the warrior will not refuse!"