Lu Mingfei had once come across a line in an ancient treatise on swordsmanship: the absolute pinnacle of mastery in sword craft is to be stripped of all external objects, leaving only the self. It was a mere four characters, yet how easy was it to achieve in practice? Countless master swordsmen and sword saints had spent their entire lives pursuing this state in bitter agony, only to fall short.
If the master swordsmen of Japan could gather here at this moment and witness Lu Mingfei's movements, they would surely flush red with excitement while feeling profoundly ashamed of their own inadequacy. Lu Mingfei no longer cared how severe his physical toll was, nor how terrifying his wounds; he simply swung his blade. To sever the enemy before him with the edge of his sword was his sole conviction at this moment.
Herzog wanted to withdraw, but it had no opportunity left. Lu Mingfei had not given himself the chance to catch his breath, and he would not grant Herzog one either. Just as the thought of fleeing flashed through Herzog's mind, Lu Mingfei's blade was already closing in before its eyes.
Chapter 725