But there was nothing he could do about that. Though he already had several trump cards, the more trump cards one had, the better—and the more concealed they were, the better. Perhaps several trump cards possessed roughly the same power, but when it came to secrecy and surprise attacks, the more, the better. After all, an enemy would not guard against a trump card they knew nothing about.
Not far from him, Ye Qianqian merely watched Ye Xiwen, her expression calm. Yet if one looked closely into her eyes, one would find them filled with shock—shock at Ye Xiwen's strength.
Because she had seen Ye Xiwen actually raising the quality of an entire sword art.
She felt nothing much about the Burial Sword Art itself. Among the martial arts techniques she knew, there were plenty far more formidable than it. What truly astonished her, however, was that Ye Xiwen was actually elevating the quality of a sword art.
Even she could not accomplish such a thing. It required not only attaining the deepest possible comprehension of sword arts, but also the ability to draw inferences from one instance to another. At the very least, one had to surpass the Dharma Idol Realm before such a feat became possible. Yet the man before her seemed to be accomplishing it through his own strength alone, in the brief span of ten days.
Had she not witnessed it with her own eyes, she would never have believed it. It was simply too outrageous.
And outrageously absurd at that. Normally, an entire faction would have to pool its strength and improve it bit by bit before it could possibly be completed after a century, or perhaps even longer. Yet he had done it alone. Could this man truly be an unprecedented genius?
Only that