Right now, his movements were gentle and unhurried yet carried a resolute determination. He slowly stood up, resembling a giant beast awakening from a deep slumber, and began to guide the sword with his hand. With such intense focus, it was as though the entire world consisted of only him and his blade.
Ten days slipped by quietly. Prince of Shicheng Hua Tianxiong drew a long sword, its blade flashing with a chilling light that mirrored the steadfast gleam in his eyes.
As he practiced the Daqin Standard Swordsmanship, every movement was imbued with power and rhythm. Beginning with the first form, his posture flowed like moving clouds and flowing water, while his sword momentum swept through the air like a wind scattering falling leaves. Every sweep of the blade carried a piercing whistle, as if threatening to tear the very air apart.
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