The Supreme God of Martial Arts

No one was aware that a battle was breaking out on the first floor of the Imperial Treasure House.

It was a battle unseen. Accidentally, Austin released the soul in an ancient sword. It was the ghost of an ancient swordsman dressed in white, who was quite powerful. Quickly, Austin activated his level seven sword intent, as well as his spiritual sense to meet this swordsman head on. The fierce fighting began in Austin's Soul Sea.

Even before the first round ended, Austin realized this swordsman had a far better grasp of swordsmanship than he did. The overwhelming sword aura he created kept rushing towards Austin like a torrent and had been precariously close to pinning the warrior dangerously several times. Austin's sword intent and seven sword radiance quivered and wailed in the flood of sword aura, as the swordsman nearly broke them from tto time.

It was a good thing that Austin's spiritual sense was much stronger at that point. With the extra help of the Spiritual Sense Flying Needle, he was able, though barely, to defend against the swordsman's relentless attacks at that moment.

And the skilled fighter was grateful that his spiritual sense was powerful enough to cover a distance of six thousand meters! The fact was, only a cultivator who refined at the Sky Realm might be able to achieve this! So, the Spiritual Sense Flying Needles Austin unleashed within the given radius was strong enough to resist most of the swordsman's sword aura. On the other hand, his level seven sword intent hardly had any effect.

More than ten minutes into the bitter fight, Austin was delighted to sense that the sword aura from the swordsman was gradually weakening, like the energy that had been forming it was draining away.

What happened? The sudden change confused Austin.

But after several minutes of pondering, he figured out the reason for what happened.

While it was true that the excellent swordsman must have a good grasp of swordsmanship skills, it was also true that he was merely a ghost having lingered in this sword for hundreds of years, or even more. As tpassed, there was not much of his spiritual strength, or say spiritual power of sensing left.

So, while he was stronger than Austin in terms of swordsmanship excellence, his ebbing spiritual power eventually beca weakness.

On the other hand, Austin held a trump card despite his relatively lower cultivation base: his powerful spiritual sense.

And that was why Austin was surprised to discover that he becable to go toe-to-toe with him after several rounds.

"What? You've got to be kidding me!" one of the old men, who had been watching the fight unfold, exclaimed.

"I never expected this green boy would be able to hold his own against the ghost of a sword. He should have conceded by now. It's unbelievable!" he muttered to himself.

"There are a hundred swords stored in this imperial treasure house. Each one once belonged to a noted sword master.

They wielded them when alive, and buried their souls in them after death, together with all their swordsmanship achievements, the crystallization of profound insights in swordsmanship.

In theory, it only needed one sword aura of the ghost to defeat this young man, or even beat the daylights out of him.

So, how che has lasted this long? He's fighting a powerful sword ghost after all! Only a real genius in swordsmanship could accomplish this at such a young age," one of them said.

As they continued to wonder, they carefully observed Austin. The young warrior remained motionless, without a hair out of place or moving. It was an indication that in his inner world, he felt it was a well-matched fight. And his actions impressed the three men.

"All right. Let's not disturb this young man and see how far he can still go.

| truly want to know his real potential," one of them suggested. . .

Another ten minutes passed, and Austin found that he was gradually gaining the upper hand. The ghost's energy further weakened when attacked by Austin's spiritual power. As a result, the sword aura he unleashed becas light as his white shadow.

Even with diminished energy, the ghost continued to use the sword skillfully, and he kept making the sword aura like he had been doing all his life—elegantly and masterfully. However, without the support of enough energy from his soul, he could not deal Austin any fatal blows.

On the contrary, Austin's level seven sword intent finally broke free of the sword aura's oppression. It quickly transformed into seven slashing sword aura and fought against the ghost.

"Well, well. It doesn't matter if you were a sword master or not before you died. You're a weak ghost now, and only a fool would not take advantage of you!" Austin declared.

Gathering all his strength, he doubled his spiritual power then incorporated it with his sword intent to finally pin down the ghost. The spirit saw Austin's powerful sword aura as it rushed at him.

"This is hard to swallow! |, a sword master, beaten by this little insect a hundred years after the pinnacle of my cultivation!" the ghost screamed.

He said this just before Austin's sword intent and five Spiritual Sense Flying Needles pierced through his body and soul. The ghost's soul was torn apart and shredded into hundreds and thousands of tiny white pieces that now floated in the vast Soul Sea.

When it was all over, Austin breathed a huge sigh of relief. Then he remembered the little monkey that accidentally fell into his Soul Sea, and how he had absorbed its soul to enhance his power.

Now Austin knew what to do with the soul pieces. Austin took a deep breath, then the floating pieces in his Soul Sea were assimilated by his mind and body in the blink of an eye.

And right at that moment, Austin found that knowledge about sword arts and deep comprehension of swordsmanship appeared in his Soul Sea as if there was a book turning pages inside his head. To his surprise, he experienced a sudden burst of clarity, erasing all the doubts and confusion about swordsmanship.

He could also feel that an extra sword intent, a profound one, was blending into his level seven sword intent. It felt like he had just taken sstrong medicinal pill, which now helped him boost and enhance his previous sword intent.