A Man Like None Other

Chapter 5272

“Your foundation is sound, but your swordsmanship relies too heavily on bursts of spiritual energy, lacking the agility a swordsman should possess.”

Mo Chen would instruct David every afternoon in the Sword Hut.

He never demonstrated himself, but simply sat on a bamboo couch, caressing a jet-black wooden sword, occasionally pointing out flaws in David’s practice.

“Look at this old bamboo,”

Mo Chen pointed out the window, a stalk bent by the wind. “It bends when the wind blows, straightens when the wind leaves. It appears fragile, but in reality, it’s incredibly resilient. The same should apply to swords: rigidity cannot last long, and softness cannot be defended. Only by combining rigidity and softness can one achieve unparalleled maneuverability.”

David gazed intently, observing that the bamboo, blasted by the wind, seemed ready to snap at any moment, yet always managed to bend slightly at the peak of the force, dissipating much of the force. A sudden inspiration

struck him, and the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand hummed. His once ferocious and domineering sword moves suddenly became agile and nimble.

piercing straight ahead like a bamboo shoot breaking through the earth, sometimes slashing horizontally like a bamboo leaf

has no fixed rules. Those who are trapped in the techniques are craftsmen, while those who fully understand the principles of the sword are masters. Your previous swordsmanship was too focused on ‘slashing,’ forgetting that the sword can

a stream

trembled, and he instinctively tried to block with brute force, but suddenly remembered Mo Chen’s words. He twisted his wrist sharply , and the Dragon Slaying Sword wrapped around the bronze sword like

the side. The moment the two swords crossed, he turned his wrist again, and the blade was pointing directly at the bronze sword’s hilt. “Ding!” The bronze sword fell to the

David stood there

experienced was like a revelation. He felt his spiritual energy surge, and the bottleneck of the Seventh Rank of the Loose Immortal Realm was shattered. An even more powerful force filled his body—the Eighth Rank of the

from the side, astonished. “It’s only been a few days, and David’s cultivation

David, and for the first time, smiled with satisfaction. “Not bad, a single glance. Your comprehension is far greater than

shouting excitedly, “Senior Brother! Master Mo Chen! The once-a-century Sword

he asked, “What is this Sword

disciple explained it to

Tournament?” Hu Mazi rubbed his hands. “Sounds exciting, David, shall we