The Future of Swordsmanship

"Do you have any other tricks? Go ahead and use them." Naimus asked.

Naimus waved the sword in his hand, and a single slash unleashed a value of nine thousand.

Facing that strike, both of Alaros's heads turned exceptionally grim in an instant.

The flesh across his body proliferated and hardened. Only after the hardened flesh split open with a massive gash did it barely manage to block the attack.

At this point, Naimus could only be called the greatest monster.

His values were still slightly weaker than those of a traditional Demon Lord, but that gap would likely be filled soon, then surpassed. As for traits, he possessed numerous top-tier ones.

Most important of all was technique. Fortune was far too important; it had successfully raised the upper limit of Naimus's technique.

Otherwise, Naimus would not have been able to steadily maintain his technical multiplier right now.

He was, after all, merely a Sword Saint. If he were bold, he could call himself the greatest swordsman of the current Material Plane.

If he were modest, he could only say that he ranked among the notable figures of history.

Swordsmanship alone was still too weak.

Naimus sighed inwardly.

Fortunately, the Sword of Fortune had already spread during this period.

Countless swordsmen were practicing this swordsmanship, continuously providing Naimus with inspiration and nourishment.

This also meant that Naimus's Swordsmanship was improving every moment.

At present, he actually had three directions in which to develop Swordsmanship.

Alaros let out a crazed roar, then madly proliferated flesh.

That flesh then transformed into vast numbers of insects, charging toward Naimus with an intense forbidden aura.

Upon closer inspection, each one seemed to possess strength approaching that of the Golden Breed. They also bore the three traits of calamity creatures; even someone newly entered into