174: Chapter 174 Sword Technique Demonstration

Within his body, he had long since accumulated sufficient Qi and blood.

It was just that previously, he did not know how to use it.

Now, he knew.

Wang Lin walked toward the next section, the cultivation techniques category.

He first walked to the swordsmanship section, pulled a sword manual from the bookshelf, and opened it.

The swordsmanship was very simple.

Hacking, thrusting, pointing, lifting, collapsing, intercepting, wiping, piercing, flicking, raising, twisting, sweeping.

A dozen or so basic moves, combined and changed, were endless.

Wang Lin read through it once and closed the book.

He could understand it, but learning it was too slow.

Swordsmanship required a large amount of practice, requiring wrist flexibility, body coordination, and perception of the sword.

These things could not be learned just by glancing at them, and he could not be bothered to spend the time.

Wang Lin put the sword manual back on the bookshelf and walked toward another section.

The blade technique section.

His footsteps slowed down.

Blade technique; one of his Superpowers, "Blade God," had not been used for a long time.

The effect of this Superpower was very simple: as long as it was a skill or martial art related to blade techniques, he would master it after one glance.

Not just learned, but mastered. One glance, and it was carved into his brain, becoming his own possession.

No practice needed, no polishing needed, no day-after-day accumulation needed.

Wang Lin stood in front of the bookshelf in the blade technique section, his gaze sweeping over those book spines.

"Army-Breaker Blade Technique," "Liuyun Blade Art," "Wind-Slicing Thirteen Styles," "Overlord Blade," "Shadowless Blade"...

All kinds of blade technique manuals were arranged across two full bookshelves.

Wang Lin reached out his hand and pulled the first one from the bookshelf, "Army-Breaker Blade Technique."

He opened the first page, and the basic essentials of the blade technique, the methods of exerting force, and the changes in moves were presented one by one before his eyes.

His gaze swept line by line over those words and those pictures.

Then, those words and pictures seemed to come alive, drilling into his eyes and carving themselves into his brain.

No need to memorize, no need to understand, no need to practice.

Just by reading it once, he remembered it.

The timing of drawing the blade, the angle of exerting force, the coordination of footwork, the rhythm of breathing...

Everything, at the moment he finished reading the last page, became a part of his body.

Wang Lin closed the book, closed his eyes, and felt those newly appeared things in his brain.

Army-Breaker Blade Technique, a total of thirty-six styles.

Each style was as familiar as if he had practiced it for ten years.

He opened his eyes and smiled.

Interesting.

He pulled another one from the bookshelf, "Liuyun Blade Art."

Opened it, and read it page by page. Finished reading, closed it.

Mastered.

The third one, "Wind-Slicing Thirteen Styles."

Opened it, finished reading, closed it.

Mastered.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

Wang Lin read through them one by one, and the blade technique manuals on the bookshelf decreased one by one.

His brain was like a bottomless pit; no matter how much was put inside, it would never be full.

In less than an hour, all the blade technique manuals on the two bookshelves had been read by him.

Forty-seven books.

Forty-seven types of blade techniques.

All mastered.

Wang Lin stood in front of the bookshelf and exhaled a long breath.

His brain now contained countless blade technique moves, force-exertion techniques, and combat experience.

These things piled together like a mountain, needing to be digested.

Now, he wanted to try it out.

Wang Lin walked out of the library and returned to the courtyard.

The people in the courtyard were still training.

Huo Yan was practicing boxing, the girl with a ponytail was practicing swordsmanship, and other students were either standing in horse stances or sparring.

Instructor Meng He sat on a stone stool under the old locust tree, holding a teacup, watching these students.

Wang Lin walked to the center of the courtyard and stood in the open space, looking at that blade on the weapon rack in the distance.

He took a deep breath, and then he said softly, "Blade, come."

The voice was not loud, but everyone in the courtyard heard it.

Huo Yan stopped his punches and turned his head.

The girl with a ponytail stopped her sword and looked up.

Other students also looked over one after another.

Then... that blade on the weapon rack moved.

First, it vibrated slightly on the weapon rack, emitting a "humming" sound, as if something was calling to it.

Then, it suddenly flew up from the weapon rack.

Carrying a cold glint, it cut through the air, and the handle landed accurately in Wang Lin's palm.

The entire process took less than a second.

The courtyard became completely quiet.

No one spoke, no one moved, and no one even breathed.

"He... how did he do that?"

"The blade... the blade flew over by itself?"

A student was the first to react: "Could it be... the Dragon-Capturing Hand from the Ancient Martial Arts?"

The Dragon-Capturing Hand was an extremely profound cultivation technique in Ancient Martial Arts; it was said that when practiced to the extreme, one could retrieve objects from a distance and capture dragons or subdue tigers.

But that technique had been lost for many years; the students present had only seen records of it in ancient texts and had never seen anyone truly perform it.

"No... it's not the Dragon-Capturing Hand," Huo Yan's voice rang out from the crowd.

"The Dragon-Capturing Hand relies on the external release of internal energy and requires an extremely deep foundation of Qi and blood. Even Instructor Meng He might not be able to do it; how could he, a freshman, possibly do it?"

"Then what is it?" someone asked.

Huo Yan did not answer because he also did not know what it was.

"It's more like..." a male student wearing glasses pushed up his frames, his voice hesitant, "more like a Superpower."

"A Superpower? What kind of Superpower?"

"I don't know. Superpowers that retrieve objects from a distance are generally telekinesis or metal manipulation."

Wang Lin held the blade and looked down at his own face reflected on the blade's surface.

Subsequently, he walked to the open space in the center of the courtyard and stood still.

Then Wang Lin moved, and the blade flashed.

Army-Breaker Blade Technique, first style: Army-Breaker Slash.

The blade lifted from bottom to top, carrying the sound of breaking through the air, tracing an arc.

Next was the second style: Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies.

The blade slashed horizontally, as fast as lightning; the air was cut open, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The third style: Mountain-Splitting, Peak-Breaking.

The blade slashed down from top to bottom with heavy, powerful force; the dust on the ground was stirred up by the blade wind and scattered to both sides.

One blade after another, one style after another.

His movements were flowing like clouds and water, done in one breath.

It was not the clumsy practice of a beginner, but a fluency that had reached perfection.

The timing, angle, and power of every slash were just right.

As if he had already practiced for ten years.

No, twenty years.

The people in the courtyard all stopped their movements.

Huo Yan looked at Wang Lin's figure as he danced with the blade, his mouth agape, unable to close it.

He had practiced the Army-Breaker Blade Technique for three years, and he had practiced each style thousands of times.

But compared to Wang Lin, his blade technique was like a child waving a wooden stick.

It was not that he didn't practice well.

It was that Wang Lin practiced too well.

So well that he didn't look like someone who had just read the blade manual for the first time today.

So well that it was as if the blade technique itself had been tailor-made for him.

The thirty-six styles of the Army-Breaker Blade Technique, Wang Lin performed from beginning to end without a single pause.

After finishing the last one, he did not stop.

The blade momentum changed, shifting from the fierce and powerful Army-Breaker Blade Technique to the graceful Liuyun Blade Art.

The blade light became light and agile, like drifting clouds floating across the sky, like flowing water winding around stones.

Just a moment ago it was a violent storm, now it had become a gentle breeze and fine rain.

After finishing the Liuyun Blade Art, it was then the Wind-Slicing Thirteen Styles.

The blade speed became even faster, so fast that it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye.