A private training room was about the size of an ordinary classroom.
It was naturally not as large as the Martial Arts Arena, but it was enough for individual cultivation.
Various standard-issue weapons lay quietly on the weapon rack.
Su Ye casually picked up a somewhat worn wooden sword. Faint calluses had already formed on his palm.
They were the traces left by Su Ye's day-and-night, frenzied training during this period.
"Heaven Rewards Diligence..."
Su Ye's understanding of those words had grown ever deeper.
Even with the Manifestation Talisman, if he did not cultivate diligently himself, he would still fade into the crowd, unable to bring out the talisman's power.
His eyes were calm and profound. The sword tip pointed to the ground, and an unhurried aura as placid as water radiated from his entire body.
The next moment.
He bent slightly, the hilt settled at his hip. The surroundings seemed to fall silent in an instant, yet also became oppressive, as if dark clouds were descending.
Huff!
With a breath, he thrust out his sword. It was like the Vast Sea churning, each wave surpassing the last!
Countless sword shadows streaked through the air.
The airtight web of swords was like surging, crashing billows, leaving one unable to breathe!
Rising Momentum!
Layered Waves!
"So-called Rising Momentum is an act of gathering power, and even more so preparation for Layered Waves."
"Without gathering, how can there be layers?"
"And Layered Waves..."
Su Ye seemed to gain an insight. He let out a long breath, and the wooden sword in his hand seemed to transform into a towering wave pressing sideways, containing every variation within it!
One sword!
Two swords!
Three swords!
Eight swords!
In the end, Su Ye did not thrust out his sword. Instead, he held it suspended