After several rounds of sparring, Yang Ying had clearly seen through Tim's swordplay controlled by psychic power. This sword technique, when used against someone weaker in psychic ability, was undoubtedly unbeatable. It could be said that in a battle where the strong faced the weak, the Ten Swords technique held a significant advantage over the sword arts of the Psionic Temple.

However, once the opponent stood on the same footing as Tim, this sword art became significantly lackluster. A Quasi-Master could easily disrupt the trajectory of Tim's light swords and disarm him.

As for a Master-level expert, this technique was entirely inadequate. Executing it was akin to Tim offering his own light sword to the enemy, leaving him utterly defenseless.

Having lost the initial novelty, the more Yang Ying watched, the more he felt the Ten Swords technique was merely flashy and without substance. He sneered, "What you wield is merely a sword art that bullies the weak, and yet you take such pride in it. Have you forgotten how to write the word 'shame'?"

At this moment, Yang Ying, wielding his stabilized light sword, was completely invisible. Tim's sight couldn't locate him at all. He could only rely on feeling to lock his position within a specific area, sending a few light swords to probe offensively. At least two out of every three strikes missed their mark.

Tim laughed heartily, seemingly unbothered by Yang Ying’s sarcasm. After the laughter subsided, he sobered his expression. "Hmph. I know what you're thinking. What are the strengths and weaknesses of this sword art? Have I not steeped myself in it for years without knowing? But the factors that determine victory in battle are many. Ultimately, the most important element is the person wielding the sword. Do you think a few analytical sentences can see through all the variations of a sword art? If so, why even fight? Wouldn't demonstrating the entire sequence settle the score!"

As he spoke, several light swords darted back and forth around Yang Ying like sewing needles, attacking simultaneously from at least three directions with every thrust. This could be described as a comprehensive, three-dimensional sword art capable of throwing anyone into disarray, forcing even an invisible man like Yang Ying to focus intensely just to cope.

Hearing Tim's reply, Yang Ying's expression grew more solemn. His words held truth, possessing a level of insight beyond Yang Ying's earlier sarcasm. He inwardly conceded, Those who can cultivate to the level of Quasi-Master are indeed not simple.

"What I said earlier was rash of me. I thank you for your guidance." Yang Ying, recognizing his mistake, admitted his error immediately and without hesitation.

Thanks aside, the battle had to continue. Yang Ying spun, parrying two incoming light swords, his form flickering as he broke free from the encirclement. He vaulted into the air, flipped, and then launched himself toward the air behind him with two powerful kicks, executing a three-stage jump, dodging another light sword, and then hurtled toward Tim like a cannonball.

Tim acutely sensed the shift in airflow, and a tingling sensation ran down his scalp; he knew this was bad. With a sweep of his hands, he hastily retracted two light swords to block the path.

Yang Ying cleaved through the blocking light swords, only to find that Tim had seized the opportunity to recall the other light swords as well, positioning them all in front of him, sealing off the space with rapid, oscillating thrusts.

The weight of the light sword hilts was almost negligible compared to the weight of an average person, making these flying swords far more agile than a person. They could advance or defend. Even if Yang Ying managed to reach Tim, Tim only needed to step back a few paces to re-establish several lines of defense—truly vexing.

"I didn't expect you to be capable of admitting fault in front of an enemy. You will certainly not remain obscure in the future. But why would experts like you trouble the Caesar Group?"

Seeing the battle reach a stalemate, Tim tried to probe. He still didn't know that Yang Ying was alone in infiltrating the fortress, assuming Yang Ying had brought at least a few allies, hence his use of the plural "you all."

In Tim's view, if there were more invisible figures as powerful as the one before him, he needed to start planning his retreat early. Although he still held one trump card that had a high chance of killing the invisible man, if the invisible man had allies of equal or greater strength, a single Quasi-Master like himself might not be able to handle it.

Yang Ying could roughly guess his thoughts and played along: "The reason 'we' came is because the Caesar Family is guilty, and we will deliver judgment."

If the Ghost Agents were included, "we" was technically accurate. Of course, the "we" here was not what Tim assumed.

While conveying his thoughts through telepathy, Yang Ying continued to parry, block, and dodge the light swords stabbing from all directions dozens of times. On several occasions, they nearly struck his body; the evasion was far from easy for Yang Ying.

"Guilty? Judgment?" Tim struggled to find these words in his lexicon, which seemed covered in thick dust and looked quite faded.

Tim scoffed and declared self-righteously, "Strange. At the level you and I have reached, we should see clearly. Law and morality are the cornerstones of order, existing for the sake of order. But a status like the Caesar Family's is high enough to lead the trends of the era. In other words, they inherently represent the evolution of order. Concepts like 'guilt' and 'judgment' shouldn't apply to them—that is the principle. Why can't you understand?"

Yang Ying remained unmoved. "You say the Caesar Family represents a form of order? Perhaps! If that is so, you cannot deny that our existence also represents an order. I will represent our order and challenge the order represented by the Caesar Family. Now that we have collided, both sides have their arguments, and words won't clarify anything. Tell me, what should be done?"

Tim understood: "I see. In the end, your meaning is that the victor takes all! Both sides have merit, so we resolve it through natural selection. The living wins, the dead loses; whoever survives is correct."

"No! You don't understand," Yang Ying's tone was firm. "Reason requires the support of power, and power requires the guidance of reason. Neither power alone nor reason alone is sufficient. Victor takes all ignores reason, only leading to repeated failures. Believing that having power makes one correct is merely a lazy notion. Look at the Caesar Family today; even without us, they would eventually reach their end! This is their crime, and this is our judgment!"

Tim intensified his attack. The light swords weaved back and forth at speeds invisible to the naked eye, slashing, chopping, slicing, and thrusting in an impenetrable flurry. Simultaneously, he used telepathy, shouting aloud, "You fellows are determined to exterminate the Caesar Family?"

Yang Ying remained silent, continuing via telepathy: "There is no need to inform you of our objectives." As he spoke, he brought his invisible light sword down heavily, knocking away two light swords. Since the light swords were only half-tangible against Yang Ying, knocking away two created a massive opening. Yang Ying carved a path and burst through.

Seeing his persistent attacks proving fruitless, Tim grew extremely wary of Yang Ying's invisibility. He waved his hand, recalling the light swords and circling them around his body, making them rotate around him.

The light swords were all positioned with their tips pointing downward, as if an invisible circle locked them together. This circle was perfectly divided into ten equal segments, ensuring the distance between any two adjacent light swords was identical.

Tim, situated in the center of the light sword circle, went through several intense facial changes before settling into an expression of resolve. "I am about to use my ultimate move now. If I still cannot defeat you, I will no longer concern myself with the Caesar Family's affairs and will depart immediately. Consider that I never appeared here, and your organization should never trouble the Asder Sect in the future. How about that?"

If only the affairs of the world could be so simple.

Yang Ying snorted and pressed on: "If I let you leave, how can I guarantee you won't act against us later? If I agree to let you go, how can you trust that we won't pursue you? We have only just met; you haven't even seen my face, and no credibility has been established. What restraint does a verbal agreement have? Do you have any solid collateral to offer?"

"Hahaha," Tim burst out laughing three times. "Good! You've put it plainly. I have nothing to offer as collateral, and I don't particularly trust your guarantee either. Let us fight to the death right here!"

As he spoke, he brought his hands together. The ten light swords instantly paired up, hilt to hilt. With five sharp clicks, they merged into five light staffs!

Tim swung the staffs twice, and they began to spin like giant windmills, accelerating rapidly until they transformed into five rings of light. Each light wheel had a diameter of over two meters, with a hole about forty centimeters wide in the center where the hilt had been.

"See how you dodge this! Take this!"

Tim roared, lining up the light wheels in front of him, and pushed them forward together. The five light wheels moved forward with a piercing whine, cutting through the air!

The corridor they were fighting in was already narrow. The appearance of these five light wheels instantly occupied almost the entire width of the hallway, pushing forward like bulldozers.

The lower edges of the wheels dug into the ground, sending bright sparks flying as they advanced. Where the wheels passed, five deep grooves were left on the alloy floor, seemingly melted by intense heat.

Seeing the five massive wheels bearing down on him with overwhelming momentum, Yang Ying knew this move was extraordinary. Instead of retreating, he used the Shrinking Ground technique to charge toward the light wheels.

Reaching the wheels, Yang Ying roared, his muscles bulging as he unleashed the full physical might of his Zerg heritage. He raised his invisible light sword forward and executed a Mountain Splitting Chop against the central light wheel.

A sharp, electric-like sound boomed. With one swing, Yang Ying cleaved the central light wheel, forcing it to reverse direction and shoot straight back toward Tim.

Tim shrieked, rapidly dodging the wheel as he reached out and grasped the staff hilt at the center of the wheel, spinning a full 360 degrees to dissipate the inertia.

The next moment, Yang Ying used Shrinking Ground to appear directly in front of Tim and thrust his light sword forward in a straight lunge, aiming directly for Tim's heart.