Sword Momentum

Once, twice, ten times, a hundred times...

Xu Ziming had completely immersed himself in practicing the Basic Sword Method.

Although cultivation in the virtual world also drained his stamina, as someone with a Natural Sword Bone, this level of exhaustion was nothing to him.

With the glossary's assistance, every one of his sword moves was nearly textbook-perfect, each movement carrying a sense of beauty.

Though Xu Ziming's sword moves were flawless, they did not attract much attention at first.

Everyone in the Virtual Classroom had chosen their weapons and begun practicing. For a time, blades flashed everywhere as everyone focused on their own weapons.

Dai Fei chose a saber. While watching the instructional video, he awkwardly began swinging it as well.

His movements were far from fluid. Not only did he look incredibly clumsy, but before long, he was panting heavily.

Unable to continue practicing, he glanced at Xu Ziming and saw his deskmate tirelessly training away.

He was only practicing basic sword moves, so Dai Fei could not help shaking his head. He still thought his saber techniques looked cooler.

That said, he could also tell that Xu Ziming's movements were exceptionally smooth, far better than his own.

And his speed was getting faster and faster.

An hour later, the sounds in the classroom gradually faded. Many students had stopped, their clothes soaked through with sweat as they panted heavily.

The Virtual Space drained one's vitality, spirit, and energy. This was even more exhausting than direct physical exertion.

Seeing that many people could no longer keep up with the training pace, Ma Mingyu checked the time and shouted.

"Rest for ten minutes! We'll continue in ten minutes!"

The homeroom teacher's voice was like blessed rain from a bodhisattva. Most of the students immediately sat down without a care for appearances.

Dai Fei sprawled on the floor like an exhausted puppy. Sticking out his tongue, he instinctively looked toward Xu Ziming.

Then he froze.

Xu Ziming had not stopped. He was still swinging his sword, like a reincarnated sword immortal.

After an hour of training, the Psionic Sword seemed to have grown out of his body. Wherever its edge pointed, it carried an extraordinary air.

Every swing, every upward thrust, every turn seemed incomparably precise.

Dai Fei rapidly blinked, his expression dazed.

Why did it feel like Xu Ziming was not only not tired, but had actually become even faster?

As if he were waiting for something.

"What's with this guy?" Dai Fei stared blankly, feeling rather sour inside.

Gradually, the surrounding students' attention was drawn to Xu Ziming.

Whispers began to rise. Xu Ziming, usually a quiet, average student in class, had unexpectedly become the center of attention for once.

Of course, Xu Ziming was not trying to show off.

With the glossary's enhancement, wielding the longsword felt like moving his own body. He did not need to think at all.

Those so-called sword techniques came to him with effortless ease.

Meanwhile, the panel before his eyes kept flickering.

Basic Sword Method: Not Yet Initiated (90%).

91%.

93%.

...

99%.

In just one hour, he had cultivated the Basic Sword Method to 99% of the Not Yet Initiated stage.

But that final one percent had held him up for a long time, and he could not break through at all.

Ma Mingyu stood before the crowd, constantly scanning the room. Xu Ziming, swinging his longsword among a group of seated students, stood out immensely.

Even several of the class's top students were regulating their breathing and resting in preparation for later practice, yet Xu Ziming, a student who normally kept a low profile, was still forcing himself to continue.

At that thought, Ma Mingyu's brows furrowed tightly. He knew Xu Ziming was under great pressure. If he failed to break through in the final hundred days, he might spend the rest of his life at a junior college.

But he still disliked seeing someone force himself past his limits.

Ignoring one's physical limits and cultivating by force, only to end up damaging one's foundation—this was a major taboo in the Martial Way!

Just as he was about to scold Xu Ziming, it felt as though something were lodged in his throat, leaving him unable to speak.

Because Xu Ziming did not look as though he were forcing himself. Rather, he had entered Unity of Heaven and Man.

His eyes were shut, his expression focused. He seemed to have immersed himself in a wondrous state, utterly oblivious to the outside world.

The longsword in his hand seemed to have taken on a life of its own, every swing vigorous and full of vitality.

A thrust, like a meteor shattering the wilderness, so fast that only a streak of cold light remained.

An upward sweep, like Jinghong flashing past, carrying the sharp force of cutting wind.

A downward chop, like falling thunder, bearing the ferocity to tear apart all things.

These moves, which could not have been more basic, now carried an almost irresistible oppressive force in Xu Ziming's hands.

[One perfect training session completed. Swordsmanship realm breakthrough!]

[Basic Sword Method: Beginner 0%]

[Basic swordsmanship technique mastered: Sword Momentum.]

[Permanent solidification condition met. Glossary (Natural Sword Bone) permanently solidified.]

[Equipment Slot permanently increased by one. Available Equipment Slots: 2.]

At that moment, Xu Ziming stopped moving.

After grasping Sword Momentum, he felt that his understanding of swordsmanship had reached a new level.

I, Xu Ziming, possess a sword that can move mountains! Fill seas! Slay demons... Heh heh.

Anyway, this feeling was just too right!

At that moment, in the eyes of his classmates—

Although Xu Ziming had stopped moving, an even more oppressive aura emanated from him.

The once-noisy Virtual Classroom fell eerily silent.

Everyone's gaze converged on Xu Ziming.

Dai Fei's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

In that brief instant, Xu Ziming had actually erupted with an aura that only occasionally appeared on their homeroom teacher.

That was right. Xu Ziming seemed to have changed in an instant.

His Adam's apple bobbed as thoughts scattered through his mind like a raging storm.

Was this still the Xu Ziming who played Valorant with him at internet cafés every day and called people "Mom"?

We agreed we'd slack off together and go to junior college. Something seems off with you, Little Ming!

Have you been secretly grinding behind my back?

Several top students in the distance, their faces previously filled with mockery, also frowned. Their looks of amusement had been wholly replaced by shock.

They could not sense anything deeper, but they could clearly perceive the tremendous change in Xu Ziming's bearing.

It was a qualitative transformation brought about by quantitative accumulation, something that only emerged after practicing the same martial technique day after day.

But no one had ever seen Xu Ziming practice swordsmanship before!

Before the crowd, Ma Mingyu stared at Xu Ziming, his eyes blazing.

The faint furrow in his brow had now been replaced by surprise.

As an Official Martial Artist who had once experienced war against alien races, his eye was exceptionally sharp.

What Xu Ziming displayed now was precisely a realm that none of the high school students in the class had reached.

It was the Realm of Martial Momentum in martial arts. This inconspicuous kid seemed to have broken into that realm right before his eyes.