On the desolate island.
After Jiang Ning had adjusted his condition.
He picked up the saber beside him and leaped down toward a cliffside platform below.
Boom—
The platform had a drop of fully two zhang, and as he jumped down, stones beneath his feet suddenly cracked apart.
After slightly controlling the force, he leaped again.
Boom—
He landed again about a zhang ahead, atop a protruding rock pillar.
The height dropped by nearly another two zhang.
Then he leaped again.
Boom—
He landed on another rock.
Because of his landing, the rock beneath his feet let out another boom.
After three consecutive jumps, the cliff face that had originally been five or six zhang high was already above his head.
He already knew the terrain on this side of the desolate island like the palm of his hand.
Where there were hidden reefs underwater, where there were bright reefs around him—they were all in his mind.
After that, his figure rose and fell in several leaps.
Every foothold was a slightly protruding reef.
Two breaths later.
Splash—
As the sound of him entering the water rang out, Jiang Ning plunged headfirst into the water.
Very quickly, he arrived at the place where he had previously practiced.
His feet stepped on the water-dripping rock, his five toes digging fiercely into the stone.
Then he began practicing with the saber.
Under his swings, the long saber in his hand grew faster with each strike, heavier with each slash.
Every slash he made split apart the swift undercurrent rushing toward him.
Standing at the bottom of the water, he was like one man guarding the pass, ten thousand unable to force it open.
All the spray and undercurrents, once they came within one zhang before him, were split apart by the long