Drawing the Blade

That evening, as soon as Lin Shuguang arrived at Storm Martial Arts School, he heard familiar exclamations coming from the Training Ground once again.

"Senior Brother Lu Yifan lost too!"

"From beginning to end, Ye Tianhao only used one slash!"

"My god, isn't that terrifying?"

"What's so terrifying about it? He's a super genius of the Ye Family, after all. It's only natural that he could cultivate his blade technique to such a level so quickly. That's the kind of person we should be looking up to!"

On the Training Ground.

Ye Tianhao stood with his blade lowered, calmly watching Lu Yifan sitting sprawled on the ground. He shook his head. "Although you've cultivated blade techniques for a long time, you never truly grasped their profound meaning. Your understanding of power is painfully shallow. Sparring with you is simply a waste of time!"

Lu Yifan's face was pale. He picked up the wooden blade lying on the ground and remained silent.

Peng Chao, however, had also lost to Ye Tianhao, yet he did not care. With a chuckle, he said, "We ordinary people of mediocre aptitude naturally can't compare with Young Master Ye. Young Master Ye, you're a prodigy who cultivates both blade and sword. We can only gaze at your back from far behind."

Ye Tianhao paid no attention to Peng Chao's flattery. Or rather, he had heard such words far too many times. He snorted coldly. "The martial path requires one to charge forward bravely. If you attribute everything to talent, how are you any different from trash?"

Peng Chao hurriedly said, "Young Master Ye is right to reprimand us."

Ye Tianhao turned around and swept his gaze across the Training Ground, briefly glancing in Lin Shuguang's direction. He spoke coldly:

"I heard that Storm Martial Arts School