"I'll give it a try."
Li Hao spoke.
Hearing this, Lu Chunsheng glanced at him, nodded, and stepped aside.
"Although I hope you can surpass him, the rules cannot be broken. You only have ten chances to view the stele."
"All right."
Li Hao gazed at the first-ranked Heavenly Shadow Stele and saw the middle-aged Sword Wudao already raising his sword.
Even through the stone stele, even though it was only a projection, Li Hao felt a vast surge of sword intent rush toward him.
Sword light suddenly slashed out, as though it would pierce straight through the stele.
The sword qi flowed, lingering and unbroken, as though wandering through the great void. Its sword intent was restrained yet sharp.
Li Hao watched quietly. Before long, a notification appeared on his panel.
Li Hao chose to record it.
Although the swordsmanship Sword Wudao displayed differed greatly from that of the other Sword Dao Heavenly Shadow Steles, all beings were equal before the panel's Dao realms.
As it was recorded, Li Hao also learned the name of this swordsmanship:
"Sixteen Laws."
It was a strange name, seemingly unrelated to the Sword Dao. Instead, it sounded like some form of calligraphy or musical score.
Li Hao was somewhat surprised, but the panel's recording could not be wrong. Perhaps this was the swordsmanship's original name.
At this moment, the "Sixteen Laws" swordsmanship had already been extrapolated to the true state level.
Moreover, the subsequent moves had also been extrapolated, all the way to the ninth sword strike.
The sword moves the middle-aged Sword Wudao had demonstrated earlier consisted of only three strikes.
Lu Chunsheng had said that this sword art had already ranked among supreme-grade swordsmanship with only a move and a half.
The remaining move and a half had been extrapolated by