"Delusional!" Harvey Liu roared, but deep down he knew—before today, he'd faced countless experts. Even when he lost, he'd never felt so powerless as he did now in front of Master Lin from Seacrest. It was as if all sword qi simply vanished from existence.
Harvey Liu heard Evan Lin's words, and a surge of anger shot straight to his head. "My breakthrough has nothing to do with you! Even those who could crush me had to struggle against sword qi. But you—it's like you don't even notice it!"
"Today, you're going to lie here and stay put!" Harvey Liu just hoped his last sword qi could slow Evan Lin down, buying him a moment to escape.
"I don't care if you're Master Lin from Seacrest or some other so-called big shot!" Sword qi surged toward Evan Lin, who casually waved his hand. With a thunderous crash, all sword qi around him was utterly shattered—nothing remained, and the world was clear once more.
"I'm Harvey Liu, a disciple of First Cloud Sword Dao from the Island Nation. The Island Nation's strength, and First Cloud Sword Dao's strength, are far beyond your understanding!" Not a trace of sword qi remained—it was as if it had never existed.
"My sword qi is invincible, and First Cloud Sword Dao is the strongest of the strong!" Harvey Liu shouted, but the sword qi had vanished, as if it had never existed at all.
Harvey Liu shouted, stepping forward suddenly. The sword qi around him instantly grew even more violent. But now, Evan Lin was right in front of him—leaving was no longer an option.
Before this, Harvey Liu had also been invited by sword masters in China, hoping to teach him sword arts and techniques. But in his eyes, China's sword dao couldn't compare to the Island Nation's at all. Evan Lin shook his head gently, stepping forward. A surge of inner strength from the ground raised a stone slab in front of Harvey Liu.
But in Harvey Liu's eyes, China's sword dao couldn't compare to the Island Nation's sword dao at all. Bang! Harvey Liu stumbled over the slab, losing his balance and crashing face-first to the ground.
So, without hesitation, he used his trip abroad to pull every string he could and even knelt for three days and nights at First Cloud Sword Dao's gate. Only then was he accepted as an outer disciple and received the inheritance of sword qi. Harvey Liu stumbled over the slab, losing his balance and crashing face-first to the ground.
Relying on the sword qi inheritance he gained from First Cloud Sword Dao, Harvey Liu had defeated many Chinese sword experts. This only cemented his belief that First Cloud Sword Dao was far superior to any sword arts in China.
As for those so-called inner-strength experts—even the Vajra Realm masters—in Harvey Liu's eyes, they barely existed. After all, when raw force met sword qi, force would always lose.
The sword qi cultivated by First Cloud Sword Dao was unique, its legacy stretching back generations. The legendary Sword Saint First Cloud Jianyi had once dominated all other sword sects in the Island Nation.
"What do you want from me?!" Harvey Liu shouted.
Harvey Liu turned, still wanting to flee, but seeing Evan Lin right in front of him, his eyes filled with terror and unease. "I lost! I admit defeat! You can't attack me anymore!"
Evan Lin looked at him with indifference, tapping his toe and sending Harvey Liu flying.
Harvey Liu tumbled through the air and crashed to the ground, coughing and battered.
Evan Lin kept walking forward, but all the force in front of him vanished instantly, leaving only sword qi swirling toward him.
"You’re nothing but a minor sword reservoir—did you really think you had any real power?" Evan Lin stood over Harvey Liu, looking down at him.
Harvey Liu saw this scene and raised an eyebrow, his tone even more disdainful: "An embroidered pillow, nothing but show. I really thought you had some special tricks!"