Carrying a blade, he walked straight for three thousand li. When he encountered injustice, he swung his blade and cut through it. That was a swordsman of the blade.
Yang Chan did not know much about blade wielders, since he had never used a longsword before. Still, all weapons shared common principles.
Those skilled with the sword would not be unfamiliar with blade techniques either. If all else failed, using a longsword to execute sword techniques was also possible. Basic moves such as cleaving, chopping, sweeping, hacking, lifting, intercepting, and so on were simple for Yang Chan to learn.
Those accomplished in Martial Cultivation all possessed the ability to draw inferences from one instance to another. Not to mention that Yang Chan's martial talent was now extremely high, so he learned very quickly.
The longsword looked quite fitting in his hand, and sending out blade qi was no problem either.
When he swung his blade, speed alone could make up for many shortcomings. No matter how flashy a blade technique was, if it could not hit anyone, it was ultimately useless!
Of course, at the level of Artistic Conception, one could only comprehend blade intent after cultivating blade techniques to a certain realm. The same principle applied to sword intent.
"Now that I look fierce, no one really dares come near me!"
"One look and they know I'm no good person."
Yang Chan stroked his full beard and muttered to himself.
Whenever people saw him along the way, they hurriedly kept their distance, afraid of provoking him.
Even when he asked for directions, their legs trembled. It was clear how frightened they were.
This gave Yang Chan a new feeling.
A thousand people had a thousand faces. The same event, encountered under different identities, could lead to vastly different results.