"Sword Momentum?"
Ye Chunsheng scratched his head. "Actually, I don't know how I mastered Sword Momentum either. I just practiced swordsmanship muddleheadedly every day, and then one day, when I gripped my sword, Sword Momentum was there..."
Ji Qing frowned.
He didn't know how he had mastered Sword Momentum?
"How did you practice swordsmanship every day, then?"
"My sword practice is very simple. Let me demonstrate..."
Ye Chunsheng immediately began his demonstration.
The sword style he demonstrated was the Lone Swan Sword Style.
Again and again, meticulous to the last detail.
Yet it did not seem particularly formidable. It was merely a third-rate sword style.
But as time passed, everyone began to sense something different.
Ye Chunsheng's sword grew faster and faster. By the end, it was so dazzling that they could only see a blur of sword light.
It was still the Lone Swan Sword Style, but the speed of the swordsmanship was worlds apart.
"Huff..."
Ye Chunsheng stopped and let out a breath.
"Back when I lived in the countryside with Master, I had no companions to play with. Master only said that swordsmanship needed to be tempered a thousand times over, and told me to practice alone and comprehend it for myself. So I practiced several hundred times every day..."
"Then one day, I saw a meteor streak across the sky. That meteor flashed by and vanished beyond the horizon in the blink of an eye. I thought that if the Lone Swan Sword Style could vanish in the blink of an eye like a meteor, then opponents would surely be unable to guard against it."
"So after that day, when I practiced, I paid even more attention to the speed of my swordsmanship—the faster, the better. As I practiced, I also imagined a meteor tearing across