Some stared so intently they seemed determined to burn the exquisite martial arts into their minds. They could not understand them now, but they could study them carefully once they got home. If they grasped even a fraction, their skills might reach a new level...
"So that's how you use a technique!"
Several people could not contain themselves and began mimicking the white figure.
They tried a move, then compared it with the one in their minds. Something always seemed to be missing. Frowning, they tried to work out what it was.
Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and the others kept nodding as they watched, comparing each movement with their own techniques and absorbing its finer points.
Wu Xuantian moved faster and faster until he became a blur, indistinct and so quick that the onlookers grew frantic.
"Oh no! I can't make out such exquisite techniques!"
"What... what do we do?"
Being able to see it but not grasp it was unbearable. A few people even crouched on the ground and wailed.
If they missed this chance to broaden their martial understanding, they might never find another.
Just as everyone was beside themselves, Wu Xuantian suddenly slowed. Each movement became as unhurried as an old man's.
Wu Xuantian laughed, reached toward a crooked tree at the cliff's edge, and drew a branch into his hand. He moved it slowly, beginning with Purple Qi Comes from the East, then Immortal Points the Way. Gradually, he abandoned fixed forms and followed his instincts, thrusting or flicking the branch as he pleased. Sword qi burst from it, and his sword intent soared into the sky.
"This... this is true swordsmanship!"
"Exactly! This is swordsmanship. That sword intent..."
Sword qi cut through the air, and green light flashed along the branch in Wu Xuantian's hand.