Thanks to his powerful physique, Lin Ke had no trouble at all with basic swordsmanship training.
In just two or three days, he mastered the methods of basic swordsmanship training.
As Shi Ping would have put it-
Lin Ke's foundation was frighteningly good!
After building a solid foundation in swordsmanship, Lin Ke formally began learning sword techniques.
It was a tedious process.
Every day, Lin Ke had to repeat five moves: thrusting, cleaving, sweeping upward, parrying, and tapping.
He practiced until his body was exhausted, until every move was etched into his muscle memory.
Only when his sword moves were sufficiently polished, and he could execute every stroke at will, as naturally as moving his own fingers, would he have crossed the threshold of the sword path.
At first, Shi Ping would stand nearby to offer pointers and correct the details of his movements.
But he soon noticed something was amiss.
Lin Ke was improving at an astonishing speed!
When Shi Ping had first practiced these sword moves, it had taken him a full six months just to cross the threshold.
Repeating those same moves day after day had nearly driven him to collapse. Only his willpower had kept him going.
But Lin Ke was practically a freak of nature.
Not only had he mastered in a few short days what had taken Shi Ping months to learn, but his physique was even more astonishing.
He seemed to know no fatigue.
"Brother Lin's talent... he really is like a monster." Standing outside the courtyard and watching Lin Ke sweat in torrents as he practiced, Shi Ping could not help murmuring in wonder.
Yet Lin Ke himself was not satisfied.
Although swordsmanship training used basic sword moves as its framework and expanded continuously from there, swordsmanship seemed to demand more than