Blade in Hand, He Landed on Erwen

After watching the entire documentary, Chen Chuan felt he had gained a great deal. This Fighter had offered nothing false, sharing his skills in the film without the slightest reserve.

He held two fingers together, a faint light kindling over them. In the documentary, the Fighter had used this technique to shoot a streak of spiritual fire clean through a rock face.

Not only that, the interview crew had found a gray-feathered goshawk, a symbol of the Linax Federation, behind the pierced rock face. Its head had also been melted away with extraordinary precision.

That was one of the fastest-flying birds of prey in all of Ying Land. The Fighter had not even seen it beforehand, yet had struck it through solid rock. At first glance, this looked very much like a display of skill.

In fact, as he explained, beyond the techniques for wielding spiritual fire, the more important element was locking onto the prey with his mind in an instant. An ordinary Fighter's mind could scarcely reach that far. This was an ancient technique belonging to the First People.

He had explained exactly how to use it without concealing a thing. Nor had he fobbed viewers off with superficial details; he had laid out the actual practice steps in full.

Recalling his explanation, Chen Chuan began to draw the light on his fingers inward. This technique of condensing spiritual fire into a single thread possessed tremendous destructive power, and it seemed both swift and inconspicuous when unleashed. Used well, it might pierce an opponent's skull in an instant, ending the battle.

Yet after trying it for a while, he dispersed the light on his fingers.

For one thing, this was not a suitable place to execute it. For another, he felt that even if he forced it out,