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Sword Saint didn't say anything. The old man's revelation made sense, but his actual limits remained unclear. Testing them in battle was Sword Saint's only option.

King Elbas, Noah, and even Alexander would have come up with various plans to take down the old man. Still, Sword Saint didn't have such a flexible world. His devotion came from the firm belief that a blade could cut anything and anyone.

"Did my determination leave you speechless?" The old man asked while raising his arms to prepare for the next attack.

"I was only thinking," Sword Saint responded. "The sword path is boundless. I know it contains a blade that can cut through perfection. My understanding is simply too poor to draw it during this battle."

"So?" The old man asked. "Are you giving up? I'm sure Heaven and Earth would welcome back all the understanding you stole."

"What a pointless question," Sword Saint sighed. "I'll pursue the only approach in my power."

"Which is?" The old man questioned.