Tiger Soul Research Institute, Training Room.
Feng Qi held a blade in his right hand, his bare upper body revealing well-proportioned, toned muscles as he stared directly at the wooden post not far away.
Blade Momentum Flame burned within his chest.
After briefly building up momentum, the wooden blade in Feng Qi's hand became an afterimage as it swept forward.
Crack!
Accompanied by the crisp sound of splintering wood, the wooden post was split into two halves before the blade energy rushing forward ground it into powder, sending wood chips flying everywhere.
Seeing this, Feng Qi instinctively sheathed his blade. Even that motion had been learned while reading memories.
The Demon Blade's memories contained countless interpretations of the "blade," along with lessons on how to execute blade techniques.
After seeing enough of them, he had gradually comprehended blade momentum.
This strike was a technique he had learned from the Demon Blade's memories.
Once the strike was complete, the accumulated "momentum" dissipated, and Feng Qi let out a long breath.
Rubbing his still faintly aching temples, he turned to look at the Mist Lord sitting on a sofa nearby.
The operational test of the Space Passage had concluded, and the results were satisfactory.
If nothing went wrong afterward, they would only need two more rounds of testing before officially launching the ambush plan.
There had been a minor accident during this period.
Because of the Demon Blade's sudden arrival, Old Mi had been forced into a coma for four days.
During those four days, Feng Qi had soaked the Mist Lord in the Blood Pool. He had only awakened two days ago.
Feng Qi was not worried about the Mist Lord's coma.
After all, as long as Old Mi, protected by Miracle Willpower, did not lose his intense desire to live,