Elsewhere.
Shen Ye opened the door to Hall 9 and saw Xiao Mengyu practicing her sword moves.
Every swing of her longsword unleashed a violent hum that shook the entire corridor.
"Close the door."
Xiao Mengyu barked without looking back.
Shen Ye immediately closed the door.
Fair enough. The sword's humming was so terrifying that it might disturb other people's training.
Suddenly.
Xiao Mengyu turned and swept her sword across.
A fierce gust of sword wind tore through the hall, brushing past Shen Ye's sleeve.
If that slash had actually come at him-
I'd probably be dead already.
Shen Ye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
When he looked at Xiao Mengyu again, she had already stepped forward twice and was swinging her longsword toward the other side.
In her hand, the sword cast a sword shadow several meters long, seemingly weighing many tons. With exceptionally nimble footwork, she moved her body and activated her sword formulas, using deft force to shift the Giant Sword Shadow as she performed one sword move after another in the hall.
As Shen Ye watched, however, he frowned.
Her sword art was indeed immensely powerful, but the momentum of her sword was too heavy, and she was straining too hard to employ the sword formulas, giving her swordplay a sense of desperate struggle.
Strange...
How can I pick up on that?
Shen Ye instinctively glanced at his personal attributes, only then realizing that he still had all his attribute points assigned to "comprehension."
After using attribute points so often, he had formed a habit.
When attacking, he would instinctively assign them to strength; when dodging, he would pile them into agility; when watching someone else perform moves, he would dump them all into comprehension.
At that moment.
His "comprehension" had reached an astonishing