"自分 stood at the peak of swordsmanship, his blade cutting a 1000 men w/ a single slash, & his steps covering a billion li in a single instant 相手 tries to hit 自分, but they only touch their shadow 1 slash is enough to completely subdue 相手 [Slash!] & the air gave a scream as his steel split even the wind, a whistle of death." a distant Immortal from the mountains narrates, observing their fight