Master and Disciple, Pre-Departure

"Not good." Last time, when Ji Ning had sparred with his master, his master hadn't used this technique. Faced with the sudden attack of a thousand star-like bursts of sword-light, Ning knew that his 'Tripartite Millstone' wouldn't be able to withstand the assault.

The sword-intent radiating from Ning's body compressed itself to the utmost. "Pierce!" Ning's sword suddenly shout out. It was as though even if there were infinitely great impediments standing in front of Ning and wrapping around him, as though ropes were bound about him, causing his sword to frantically struggle to pierce forward. It moved incomparably slowly…and yet, in reality, that was just a misperception, as the sword itself had reached an incredibly great speed.