"Tch! He only drew his sword a hundred million times!"
"What's there to brag about? My master has swung, chopped, thrust, and lifted his sword hundreds of millions of times—I don't even know how many!"
Seeing everyone cheer and applaud Yamashita Kazami, Yun Man could not help curling her lips in disdain.
Well...
To be strict about it, Yamashita Kazami drawing his sword a hundred million times really was child's play compared to Ling Zhan.
Yamashita Kazami was already twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
He was around five years older than Ling Zhan.
And in those extra five years, he had only drawn his sword a hundred million times?
One had to know that Ling Zhan never missed a day of high-intensity combat training.
Not to mention weighted crawling, weighted swimming, and weighted running.
Just the four most basic sword techniques—swinging, chopping, thrusting, and lifting—had been practiced by Ling Zhan more than a hundred million times.
Whenever he had nothing to do, Ling Zhan spent the entire day in the training room, carrying out endlessly dull and tedious combat training.
With a single sword-swinging motion, he could tirelessly repeat it over a hundred thousand times in one day.
Ordinary people certainly could not do that, but Ling Zhan did it with ease.
Had you ever seen someone swing a sword so fast that it produced phantom sword qi?
Others could swing their swords once or twice per second.
Ling Zhan could swing his sword dozens of times per second.
When going all out, he could even swing it hundreds or thousands of times in a second.
That was what attack speed pushed to the absolute limit looked like—he could put on a genuine phantom sword dance for you.
With such tireless, unbroken daily practice, drawing a sword a hundred million