That day, Jiang Ning did nothing but practice his saber art.
Wang Jin stopped by once during his training.
Seeing Jiang Ning practicing, he shook his head and left.
When Jiang Ning was still practicing that afternoon, Wang Jin felt that he had backed himself into a dead end and gone astray.
Intermediate martial arts were good, but in Wang Jin's eyes, such profound arts were far beyond what Jiang Ning could master at present.
Spending his time on them would ultimately be fruitless—a waste of time.
Even Photographic Memory and extraordinary comprehension would be of no help.
To reach the beginner stage of the Canglang Saber Art, one needed not only a solid foundation and prior insight into the mysteries of force,
but also a powerful physique and exceptional comprehension.
Mastering force and directing it at will belonged to the realm of martial technique. Even many skilled ninth-rank Martial Dao practitioners had yet to master such a mysterious power.
Many people lacked the comprehension needed to master force. That was precisely why, even with no shortage of Martial Dao resources, they remained stuck at the ninth rank for their entire lives, at the stage of fully tempered skin.
To enter the eighth rank of the Martial Dao, temper one's muscles from within, and greatly increase one's strength, mastering force was indispensable.
Let alone skipping the simple route of condensing force through basic martial arts and taking the difficult route of directly mastering and condensing more powerful force through intermediate martial arts.
In Wang Jin's eyes, Jiang Ning had practiced martial arts for far too short a time and was still a long way from that step.
But he did not intend to point this out to Jiang Ning.
He thought it perfectly normal for young people to be proud