He only sent Ji Jingqiu a list of five Lower Rank Sword Skills that day.
But in the battle just now, Ji Jingqiu displayed skills far surpassing that number, he even vaguely forged his own path.
Could it be that this kid was deliberately concealing his skill a few days ago?
But that obviously couldn't be the case, as such deception couldn't escape his eyes unless Ji Jingqiu's skills had already surpassed his.
"Thirty-one Lower Rank Sword Skills, not counting some Non-stream Sword Skills,"
Ji Jingqiu calmly replied, his breathing even more hurried, his physical strength greatly depleted; he sat cross-legged, devouring a high-energy nutrition bar, deeply feeling his own degradation while handing one to Zhuang Butong.
Strictly speaking, in terms of Sword Skills, there are only thirty-one.
He didn't count the Non-stream ones.
This wasn't his limit, it was the limit of the Martial Arts skill inventory of the Star Group branch.
