Infinite Mask Game.

When Fu Zhouwen took the initiative to distance himself, Lu Ci knew that the final moment had arrived.

"Your previous moves were all old tricks, and although we had countermeasures, your methods were very composed," Fu Zhouwen praised with satisfaction. In previous duels, Lu Ci's counters were methodical and rather impatient.

Now, Lu Ci's height amazes him.

Fu Zhouwen stood tall and straight, with a touch of youthful spirit in his eyes: "I was inspired by something recently, so I made a move. Please take a look."

I sigh at the hardships of this mortal world, the trials and tribulations that are hard to break!

A certain thought surged through his sword, a profound emotion that seemed like the sigh of heaven and earth.

A sense of melancholy pervades the air, possessing an endless power to move one.

He swung his sword in an unremarkable manner, making a diagonal slash from bottom to top.

The dust of the mortal world is gone, but the wind and frost cannot sever our ties!
The crescent-shaped, frost-colored sword energy shot out in a grand and upright manner.

However, everyone who faces it finds it difficult to lift their sword.

Because it came with a crushing force, it seemed to have no weak points, making it impossible to defend against or break through.

“Unstoppable, for the wind and frost cannot break it.” Wei Miao sensed the sword, not expecting Fu Zhouwen to bring her such a surprise. “It has the rudimentary form of will to control the sword, but I used a section of the artistic conception from my memory, while he used his own enlightenment.”

Insights also vary in quality; the more powerful and rarer the insight, the more astonishing its manifestation.

Insights are closely related to one's environment. In a lower world, the insights of extraordinary individuals cannot reach the expressions of higher beings or higher powers. Insights from the mundane world, though simple and easy to obtain, cannot form very powerful characteristics.

The will on the sword carries the intense fluctuations of ordinary emotions, while the will in the Wei Miao sword technique carries memories bearing the supreme imprint; the difference is immediately apparent.

The latter can leverage far more power and receive far more feedback from the environment than the former.

Wei Miao stroked the hilt of the knife with her left hand: "Fu Zhouwen must have been inspired by me and Dantalin, and figured out this move on his own."

The world is never short of geniuses. Although their vision may be limited, their talent will never be buried. Fu Zhouwen truly deserves the title of Sword Immortal.

If Ruo Lu Ci doesn't have special methods, he will probably lose.

Wei Miao looked at Lu Ci, then suddenly sensed something and her gaze abruptly shifted to the sword in Lu Ci's hand: "Oh? Another genius?"

Lu Ci took a deep breath, her face showing a resolute expression, just as when she decided to abandon her sect identity.

Facing her destined nemesis, Fu Zhouwen, she used her incredible understanding to deconstruct the essence of his move and grasped the key element of "will."

She had studied her opponent for so long, analyzing every move and stance hundreds of times in simulations. The familiarity she had developed through long-term practice even worked perfectly with the new moves.

She also possesses what is called a special will.

An inexplicable rhythm rippled around her, a result of her will coordinating with the sword energy to interfere with reality.

The new sword emitted a series of resounding sword cries, resonating with her will.

Lu Ci retaliated with a slash at the same angle.

The cyan-blue sword energy slightly distorted its shape, resembling the wings of a bird.

The sword energies, imbued with their own strength and will, clashed in mid-air, and the outcome was decided in an instant.

An invisible sword aura emanated, stirring up a misty sandstorm.

The bluebird's wings cut through the wind and frost, shattering the will within, breaking free from its predicament, its body covered in frost, and forging ahead fearlessly.

It longs to soar in the vast天地 (heaven and earth), and the endless wind and frost cannot dull its wings.

Fu Zhouwen's eyes shone with amazing light. He unleashed his cultivation and unleashed more than a dozen sword strikes in an instant, suppressing the sword energy with a storm-like force.

Therefore, swordsmanship is only meaningful when both sides are evenly matched.

Otherwise, with their superior strength, they could wear down their opponent to death. Unless one of them is incredibly weak.

Fu Zhou's actions signified that he had admitted defeat.

Whatever the reason.

In fact, Wei Miao vaguely sensed that he must have a way to deal with it, and subconsciously made a wrist-twisting gesture. However, she had some concerns and could not use it.

For example, drawing the sword could very likely endanger Lu Ci's life.

“You win,” Fu Zhouwen announced calmly.

"Thank you for the concession," Lu Ci replied calmly, acting more like a spectator than a victor.

She wasn't arrogant enough to think that her swordsmanship completely surpassed Fu Zhouwen's; she had only won by a move or two.

Their swordsmanship is unique, and it's difficult to determine which is better.

At this point, her mind was as clear as a mirror, and she suddenly understood everything, finding a smooth path in her understanding.

Fu Zhouwen: "Was that last sword strike of yours a spur-of-the-moment decision?"

“It came from my heart,” Lu Ci explained. “The winds and frost never cease, all of which are in the past. My intention is to sever ties with the old self, to cut off the past, and never stop.”

Fu Zhouwen's insights come from observing the world, while her own insights stem from her past.

As mentioned before, there are different levels of understanding. Lu Ci's sword strike had a unique characteristic that perfectly countered Fu Zhouwen's.

The wind and frost may not break through, but that sword can cut through them.

Upon hearing this, Wei Miao had more ideas: "Controlling the sword with willpower, willpower is undoubtedly extracted from experience. The broader one's knowledge, the more exquisite one's mind, and the higher the theoretical ceiling. Experience encompasses everything, and Lu Ci's leans more towards... deeds?"

She was deeply impressed by her defeat to Fu Zhouwen and couldn't forget it. She regarded that event as a "trial by fire" and responded with the lessons she has learned over the years.

Each of the three gained something from this battle.

Lu Ci was still savoring the memory of the last sword strike, while Fu Zhouwen and Wei Miao seemed lost in thought.

They are all learners, constantly improving themselves by drawing on the experiences of others.

Lu Ci's sword strike gave them new inspiration. And Lu Ci's ability to break through to the next level was already the greatest gain.

Afterwards, Wei Miao kept her promise and fought a match with Fu Zhouwen.

Swords flashed and shadows fell on the wasteland, leaving traces everywhere.

Both sides fought with great restraint. Wei Miao witnessed the opponent's "Red Dust Absolute" and Fu Zhouwen witnessed her "Broken Fire Flow".

Each has its own techniques and characteristics.

The probing phase only involves strength attributes, not willpower.

Later, when Wei Miao unleashed a slash at close range that sealed off the space, Fu Zhouwen, who was seeing this move for the first time, knew he was doomed.

Wei Miao's subsequent strike failed to break the spatial blockade.

A few days is enough time for her to perfect this rudimentary technique.

Her will and power permeated the space; they did not oppose forces of the same origin, but rather accepted them.

This means her knife can move smoothly through a confined space.

This will cause spatial disturbances, allowing those trapped to unleash their power and forcibly break through the unstable structure to escape.

However, Wei Miao can focus entirely on attacking, while the enemy has to defend while trying to escape, and their movements will slow down due to the stagnation of space.

This is a clash where the advantage is destined to prevail.

Wei Miao symbolically cut off Fu Zhouwen's sleeve before stopping.

Fu Zhouwen readily conceded defeat. He came to spar with swords, not to care about winning or losing, but to gain inspiration for swordsmanship from Wei Miao.

Wei Miao was also learning his swordsmanship.

The competition was a great success, with both hosts and guests thoroughly enjoying themselves. (End of Chapter)