"Gale Swift Sword" contained more than ten years of Feng Buping's painstaking effort. He had exhausted his wits and drained his accumulated knowledge to create it; it could well be called the pillar of his spirit.
Now, hearing Lu Chen say that it could be made even stronger, Feng Buping's eyes immediately lit up as he stared at Lu Chen and asked impatiently:
"Quick, tell me—how can Gale Swift Sword be made stronger?"
Had Lu Chen said this before their sword match, he would only have burst out laughing, calling the boy Lu a braggart who knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth.
But now...
Lu Chen, the "Little Sword Demon," lived up to the name!
"Uncle Feng, look at this move of yours..."
Lu Chen stepped forward with the Wooden Sword. Starting with the first move whose secret of force and exertion he had figured out, he explained and demonstrated them one by one for Feng Buping.
Looking only at the forms, the Gale Swift Sword moves Lu Chen demonstrated were largely the same as Feng Buping's.
Yet in the subtle details of certain variations, as well as in the methods of force and exertion, Lu Chen incorporated his understanding of "hardness and softness, lightness and heaviness, feint and substance." With slight adjustments, the moves immediately underwent fresh changes.
It was not quite a complete rebirth, but they had at least been infused with new vitality.
Feng Buping did not blink, holding his breath and focusing as he watched Lu Chen demonstrate the forms and listened to his explanations of the variations and methods of force. At the same time, he swung his Wooden Sword twice according to Lu Chen's instructions.
The moment he tested them, he indeed found that the slightly adjusted methods of