In the training room, Zhong Shenxiu stood in the center of the field, holding Light-Imperial Ninja Blade in his right hand and pressing the scabbard with his left hand.
His breathing was steady and long, and the ups and downs of his chest were almost invisible. His light golden vertical pupils were half-closed, and his gaze fell on the blade, but it seemed as if he had penetrated the blade and looked to some place further away.
Light-Imperial Ninja Blade quietly exudes clear golden light in his hand. The light on the blade is not dazzling, but has a solid texture, as if the golden light itself is a solid body, and when he holds it in his hand, it can tear everything apart at any time.
He moved.
The first knife - sweep.
The blade swept out from left to right, and the golden light drew an arc in the air, with a determination to cut off everything. There was no Soul Power infusion, no Soul Skill blessing, just a pure, physical sweep. But where the blade passed, the air was cut, and a low buzzing sound was made, like the sound of cloth being torn.
The second knife - chop.
The blade fell from a height and slashed straight forward. The golden light condensed into a thin line on the blade and fell accurately in the air in front. Zhong Shenxiu's shoulders, elbows, and wrists were in three points and one line, and the center of gravity shifted from the right foot to the left foot. The whole figure was like a fully drawn bow, pouring all the power into this sword.
The moment the chop reached the lowest point, the blade trembled slightly, releasing the excess force and making it clean and neat, without any sloppiness.
The third knife - Dial.
The tip of the knife was gently lifted, and the supposed attack in front was pushed to one side. This movement was very light, as light as using chopsticks to push aside a grain of rice, but when Zhong Shenxiu was done, the entire blade was rotating at a subtle angle, leveraging the force to move the force.
His wrist is as flexible as a snake, and every turn is accurate to the millimeter level.
Eight basic knife styles, over and over again.
Sweep, chop, plow, cut, plunder, nay, chop, and suddenly.
Zhong Shenxiu's breathing was always steady, without a drop of sweat on his forehead.
This level of practice no longer requires physical exertion for him. The muscle memory has been engraved into his bones. Every movement is an extension of instinct. There is no need to think or adjust. It comes naturally.
But his eyes did not relax.
The light golden vertical pupils reflected the golden light flowing on the blade. In that golden light, he seemed to see that scene again -
That was when he had just obtained Light-Imperial Ninja Blade.
The light flowing on the blade suddenly became intense, like a door being pushed open, dragging his consciousness into some ancient memory fragment.
He saw a figure.
The figure was very tall, so tall that people could only look up. He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, and could only see two sword lights - one gold and one silver, flashing alternately in the darkness, like two swimming dragons.
The golden handle is Light-Imperial Ninja Blade.
The man Shadow Hand wielded two swords and walked alone in the darkness. In front of him was endless darkness, as thick as solidified ink, which contained countless enemies, countless malice, and countless despair.
But his pace did not stop.
The golden blade only attacks, not defends. Every sword is a decisive blow, and every sword is a charge with no return. The silver blade roams on the flanks, blocking, unloading, deflecting, and resolving those fatal attacks one by one.
Attack, attack, attack again!
Swing the knife, swing the knife, swing the knife again!
The two knives intertwined into an airtight net, tearing apart the darkness inch by inch.
Zhong Shenxiu didn't know who that figure was. But from Light-Imperial Ninja Blade's memory fragments, he felt something that made him tremble all over - not strength, not skill, but a kind of will.
If you only attack without defending, you will be unparalleled in the world.
Light-Imperial Ninja Blade, has never been a sword used for defense. Its blade is long and sharp, its light is clear and bright, and all its designs are for one purpose - offense.
The fastest attack, the most ruthless attack, the most unreasonable attack.
The enemy draws a sword, you draw a sword.
Before the enemy's sword reaches him, your knife has already cut off his throat.
There is no need to block or dodge, you just need to be faster, more accurate and more ruthless than the opponent.
This is the way of Light-Imperial Ninja Blade.
Zhong Shenxiu stopped moving.
He stood there, the tip of the knife pointing to the ground, and his breathing was still steady.
The light golden vertical pupils were half-closed, and his gaze fell on the sword, thoughtfully.
His current sword skills are far from enough.
Although those basic movements have been practiced to the level of muscle memory, they are still far from the state of "only attacking without defending, and being unparalleled in the world".
Each sword of that figure is a natural work of art.
There is no extra thought, no extra action, the knife is him, he is the knife.
The direction of the blade is the direction of the will.
And now, he is still in the "sword training" stage.
It's not that the knife is carrying him away, but that he is deliberately controlling the knife.
When to draw the knife, at what angle, and with how much force - these all require the brain to calculate, judge, and issue instructions.
The real way of sword Grandmaster does not need these.
The knife is an extension of the hand, and the hand is an extension of the will.
As soon as the thought occurred, the knife was already where it should be.
There is no thought process, no delay in judgment, just pure, instinctive reaction.
Zhong Shenxiu took a deep breath and grasped the handle of the knife again.
He still needs to be sharpened with enemies and blood.
But before that, he needs to lay a solid foundation first.
Integrate the sword and thought into everything, and when the thought comes, the light of the sword arrives!
Concentrated will can break through stubborn rocks!!!
Zhong Shenxiu's figure shuttled repeatedly in the training room, and the golden light lit up and went out one after another, like someone striking a match repeatedly in the dark.
His breathing is always steady, his movements are always precise, and his eyes are always focused.
In the light golden vertical pupils, there were no distracting thoughts, no doubts, only the knife.
Time flies by and we are getting closer and closer to Skysea Alliance Grand Competition.
This is the last time Class Zero entered Spirit Ascension Platform before participating in Skysea Alliance Grand Competition.
Because Zhong Shenxiu broke through to Soul Ancestor, he can no longer enter Primary Spirit Ascension Platform--The restriction of Primary Spirit Ascension Platform is that it can only enter through the third ring Soul Elder.
Since this semester, in order to improve Zhong Shenxiu, who has almost never been to Spirit Ascension Platform, before the start of the competition, the college spent a lot of money to find him a chance to enter Eastsea City Intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform.
Intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform, that is the battlefield of Soul Master above the fourth ring.
Most of the Soul Beasts there started out a century ago, and some millennium Soul Beasts are not uncommon.
Although Zhong Shenxiu is extremely talented, he is only at level 43 after all. Entering Intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform is still risky.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at Wu Zhangkong who accompanied him and nodded simply. There was no tension in his light golden vertical pupils, only a calmness that was almost indifferent.
He stepped into the teleportation array.
There was a flash of light, and the scene in front of him changed instantly.
The space of Intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform is more than ten times larger than that of the primary model.
The green world, lush plants, everything about Intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform is not much different from Primary Spirit Ascension Platform except for the larger space.
However, compared to Primary Spirit Ascension Platform, which plays like a house, the air here is always filled with a faint smell of blood.