Facing those overt and covert gazes, Fang Yuan seemed utterly unaware.
The chopping knife in his hand traced one steady yet savage arc after another.
He could clearly feel his blood and qi surging with every swing, his muscles committing the movements to memory.
Though the proficiency notifications in his mind no longer sounded, his understanding of the saber technique continued to deepen by subtle degrees,
as did his control over his own strength, step by step. It was all undeniably real.
At some unknown point, Chen Zhengyang had silently appeared at the edge of the Training Ground. Standing with his hands behind his back,
his gaze swept slowly over every sweat-drenched disciple, like an experienced old farmer inspecting his fields.
He casually took a few steps and offered pointers to several disciples whose forms had clearly gone awry. A few brief words struck straight at the heart of the problem,
leaving those disciples enlightened as though a cloud had parted, and they practiced with even greater vigor.
Then, his gaze passed over the crowd and settled on Fang Yuan, who was still using a chopping knife to practice the five forms in one continuous sequence.
Watching the faint sense of harmony in the knife's movements, subtly aligned with the rhythm of his breathing,
a nearly imperceptible trace of approval flashed deep in Chen Zhengyang's eyes, and he nodded inwardly.
This boy's comprehension is truly astounding!
The Five Tiger Severing Gate Saber Technique is called five forms, but in truth, it is completed in a single breath. Its essence lies in linking the five stances together,
imitating the fierce savagery and nimble flow of a tiger pouncing on its prey—advancing bravely, each link locking into the next!
He sighed inwardly, carrying a loneliness no one understood.
*What a pity. People