When he had first started using rings, Zhou You had still felt somewhat unaccustomed to them.
Two Hearts Fist had a ring weapon technique, and Yan Ping's Five Tigers Palm Fist Record also had a ring technique, but both arts had been shelved away.
Zhou You preferred straightforward weapons—spears, staffs, sabers, hammers, that sort of thing.
Rings? They were inferior to clubs and hammers for smashing people, and worse than ropes and iron chains for trapping them. In one word, they were chicken ribs.
Yet the moment the Heart Demon Ring landed in his hand, it felt incomparably natural, as though it had awakened genes buried deep within his bloodline.
As he gripped the Heart Demon Ring and fought Hai Shu'er, the slightest movement sent countless exquisite methods of wielding weapons flooding madly into his mind.
Learning without a teacher was not even the most heaven-defying part. Often, the instant an enemy's move came at him, the weapon in his hand would swiftly counterattack—his hand moving faster than his heart.
A demon weapon lived up to its name: a weapon possessed of demonic power.
Hai Shu'er fought with no regard for herself, vicious and ferocious. Every move was aimed at perishing together with him; she had to tear a piece of flesh from Zhou You, hook out a bone, or even pull out a length of intestines.
She did not fear injury or bleeding. She feared only striking without results.
Zhou You, meanwhile, gradually grew familiar with the way demon weapons fought. Thick blood and high vitality were the greatest advantage; there was no need to care about anything else—just grind her down head-on!
At times, he gripped the ring in both hands and pressed downward. At others, he flicked the Ruyi Ring with his palm, sending it spinning at