The legendary warrior

Clang!

In the jungle the air was heavy and moist. Sunlight shimmered through the vast canopy of leaves. All around were trees tall enough to dwarf the highest building. Vines and underbrush made footing unsteady. From every direction, one could hear the hums and chirps of insects, the songs of birds and the myriad sounds of mammals. And, of course, the sounds of battle. Ricky and Jim were fighting, one would strike or feint, then move quickly to try and gain or regain the advantage. The impact between knife and sword sent sparks flying as if they were trying to shape iron... or gold.

Hiss!

Suddenly, the earth trembled, and a huge crack opened in the ground. Ricky's saber met Jim's sword again. And they both were thrown back by the force.

The onlookers could see that both of their arms were trembling due to their exertions.

"If that's all you got, Jim, maybe you should throw in the towel! Give up your status in the Snow Sect, and I might not kill you," Ricky sneered, looking at Jim's gloomy face.

As for the two young men standing on the sidelines, they were dumbfounded. Connie's disciples were no less stunned.

Among outer disciples in the Snow Sect, only those who were in the top ten would have been able to fight with Jim for so long. And it shouldn't be possible even for those who attained the ninth grade of Skin Refinement to beat Jim.

And now, Ricky did it at eighth.

Hearing Ricky's taunt, Jim said nothing. His credibility was already in doubt. He boasted that he could take Ricky down with a single blow. Well, they'd traded multiple strikes back and forth.

Now, the only way he could redeem himself was to kill Ricky.

Clank!

Jim flew into a rage. And the sword in his hand began to make a huge thumping sound.

When the sword was making the sound a white light formed and enveloped the sword.

That light was definitely not the gathering of spiritual energy. It was another kind of power. The light was emitting strong power and seemed to be drawn to Ricky. That fact made him shiver.

it?' Ricky shifted his focus from combat

that the

suddenly, with a suspicious doubt yet mixed with admiration in his eyes.

earth to gain supreme power. If he combined the energy with his weapon, he'd have a better connection with his weapon, be able

weapon was governed by three

the Intent Apperception in the second level and

and feeling about the weapons they used, the connection between the warrior and the weapon was

would be shown as the sword-light. If it was a knife, then it would

ten grades of the Intent Apperception, it would be the Soul Apperception. When a warrior reached the top of these three levels, the warrior and his weapon would

were gifted. Those who mastered the Intent Apperception were someone of greater comprehension. Those who could reach the Soul Apperception were among the world's greatest geniuses.

the Soul Apperception, no one in the Misty South had ever reached

figured

the sword-light, he had heard of its power, power enough to fight against a

sword-light in that sword right now. I can feel that much.' "So it's not

of the Wind! Go to

at Ricky, long sword crackling with sword-light. All of a sudden, it

gathered his spiritual energy and turned it into flames that ran up and down his saber. Then he tried to parry Jim's strike.

clinked. The long sword collided with Ricky's

stop halfway. Ricky's saber was no match for the sword, and broken into three pieces, and fell to the ground. Only the hilt was still

sword-light?" Ricky said,

you. A worthless piece of crap with no spiritual meridian!"

and swung his long sword to gather the sword-light of

Ho!

turned his whole body red. This time, the color was deep

only made progress in his cultivation method, but also