Humans are devouring, drawing cards from all realms, starting with Yang Jian.

Chapter 36, Jiang Ming's Experiment

Jiang Ming stood three steps away from her, also holding a training scimitar in his hand, casually holding it with a relaxed posture.

"please."

Jiang Fang took a deep breath, her eyes suddenly sharpening.

As soon as she finished speaking, she moved.

The twin blades unfolded like butterfly wings, drawing two intersecting arcs to the left and right. The blade light was like mercury spilling onto the ground, sealing off all of Jiang Ming's space to advance or retreat.

This move, "Double Swallows Cutting Willows," is the starting move in Jiang Fang's self-created sword technique. It appears gentle, but it actually contains seven layers of hidden power. If an ordinary war god were to hastily receive the move, he would immediately be put on the defensive.

Jiang Ming did not move.

From Tianmu's perspective, the trajectory of Jiang Fang's slash, the distribution of force, the rhythm of the primal force, and even the subtle tremors produced when her muscles made slight adjustments, all transformed into countless clear lines and data, flooding into his consciousness.

With the knife half a foot in front of him, Jiang Ming finally moved.

He simply flicked the training scimitar upwards, the tip of the blade precisely striking the point where Jiang Fang's left-hand sword force was about to be unleashed.

Ding!

A soft sound.

Jiang Fang felt as if the knife in her left hand had pierced a ball of cotton, and all subsequent changes were completely sealed off by this one strike.

Startled, she changed her move with her right hand, slashing horizontally with the blade, aiming straight for Jiang Ming's waist and ribs with the move "Iron Chain Across the River".

Jiang Ming did not move his feet, but slightly turned his wrist and pressed the blade down diagonally.

There was another soft "ding".

Jiang Fang's right-hand sword strike was like a mud ox sinking into the sea; the force was deflected by the pressure, and the blade grazed Jiang Ming's clothes before striking empty air.

After being countered in two moves, Jiang Fang advanced instead of retreating, her twin blades dancing into a curtain of light. Exquisite sword techniques such as "Moonlight Pour," "Flowing Clouds Chasing the Wind," and "Stars Falling from the Nine Heavens" poured out like a torrential rain.

She had pushed her perfected swordsmanship to its limit, her two swords working together seamlessly, her offense and defense switching smoothly and freely, and the air was cut with a hissing sound wherever the sword light passed.

But Jiang Ming remained standing in the same spot.

The knife in his hand didn't have many fancy moves, just simple parrying, blocking, flicking, pressing, and guiding.

Every strike was perfectly timed, always appearing at the most vulnerable moment when Jiang Fang's sword movements shifted, interrupting her rhythm with minimal force.

Ten moves, twenty moves, fifty moves...

Jiang Fang became increasingly alarmed as she fought.

She felt as if she were sparring with an omniscient and omnipotent opponent who could always predict her every move, every exertion of force, and every adjustment of her breathing.

Her swordsmanship was clearly perfect and flawless, but in front of Jiang Ming, it was full of flaws.

After a hundred moves, Jiang Fang's breathing became slightly disordered, and she sheathed her sword and retreated.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her gaze towards Jiang Ming was incredibly complex, containing shock, confusion, and an indescribable excitement.

"Inspector Jiang..."

Her voice was a little dry.

"My swordsmanship...does it really have that many problems?"

"There's no problem."

Jiang Ming sheathed his sword and shook his head.

"Teacher Jiang's swordsmanship is already perfect. The connection between moves, the application of power techniques, and the adaptability when facing an enemy are almost impeccable."

From the perspective of "technique" alone, it has reached the pinnacle of this stage.

Jiang Fang stood opposite him, her brows slightly furrowed, waiting for him to continue.

Jiang Ming continued.

"The problem isn't with your swordsmanship itself, but rather... you're too confident in it."

"believe?"

Jiang Fang was puzzled.

"right."

Jiang Ming looked up at her.

"When you execute a sword technique, you should be thinking about how this move should connect to the next," "How to adjust the angle of this strike to achieve perfection," and "How to integrate all the techniques you've learned."

"Isn't this wrong?"

Jiang Fang countered with a question.

"Swordsmanship training is essentially a process of refining skills through countless trials."

"Yes and no."

Jiang Ming smiled slightly and reached out to touch his brow.

"That's certainly true before perfection. But the realm of artistic conception... requires not 'thinking,' but 'forgetting.'"

"forget?"

Jiang Fang murmured repeatedly.

Forget the moves, forget the techniques, forget everything you've learned.

Jiang Ming spoke calmly, yet with a profound insight that seemed to see right through everything.

"The knife is an extension of your arm."

When the wind blows, do leaves think about how to sway? When water flows, does it calculate the straightness or crookedness of its path?

Jiang Fang stood there, stunned, her eyes gradually losing focus.

Jiang Ming's words were not complicated; they were even simple to the point of being blunt. But it was precisely these simple words that, like a sudden awakening, were profoundly insightful and thought-provoking.

Seeing that Jiang Fang was moved by his words, Jiang Ming smiled with satisfaction.

Teaching Jiang Fang was both an expression of Jiang Ming's appreciation for her and an experiment for him.

As Jiang Ming's strength increases, the acquisition of Legendary Points will theoretically become faster and faster.

However, judging from Jiang Fang publicly asking Jiang Ming for advice and Jiang Ming passing the third level of the Trial Tower, the legendary status it brought was not as high as when he passed the second level when he was weaker.

Jiang Ming gradually came to some conclusions.

An "ordinary" event performed by a powerful person or a well-known genius may not seem so legendary to outsiders.

For example, Jiang Ming is now recognized as a super genius on Earth. Even if he announces his breakthrough to the planetary level now, it will definitely bring him legendary status, but not necessarily a lot.

Because Jiang Ming is already a recognized super genius, is it considered legendary for a super genius to break through to the planetary level?

Calculate.

Ya uncalculated.

Breaking through to the planetary level at nineteen is undoubtedly a legend on Earth, but a super genius breaking through to the planetary level at nineteen is not so legendary.

At this moment, Jiang Ming's attempt was to guide Jiang Fang to break through.

Guiding a martial artist in the realm of artistic conception to achieve a breakthrough.

If all goes well, this incident will bring Jiang Ming considerable benefits.

Even if he fails, it will not cause Jiang Ming any loss.

If this matter succeeds, Jiang Ming will be able to find some relaxation in his spare time from cultivation.

However, regardless of success or failure, Jiang Ming's focus remained on improving himself; cultivation and strength were fundamental.

These are the true foundations of a martial artist.

"Draw your sword."

Jiang Ming suddenly spoke.

Jiang Fang instinctively raised her knife and slashed down.

Halfway through the knife's stroke, Jiang Ming made his move.

The training knife in his hand was equally unpretentious; he simply raised it slightly, and the tip of the blade touched two-thirds of the way down Jiang Fang's blade.

Ding!

Jiang Fang felt a numbness in her wrist, and the blade involuntarily deviated three inches.

But those three inches of deviation gave her a sudden shock!

Because she suddenly realized... if she hadn't been "thinking" just now...

Instead of striking directly, you should naturally change your move by following the force of the deflection...

"Again."

Jiang Ming's voice pulled her back to reality.

A look of understanding flashed in Jiang Fang's eyes. No longer bound by fixed moves, she relied on her body's instincts, turning her blade with her body and drawing an arc along the deflecting force, slashing upwards at an angle!

This flick, with its tricky angle and lightning speed, already possessed a touch of "natural perfection."

A hint of approval flashed in Jiang Ming's eyes. He merely tilted his blade slightly to the side, blocking the path of Jiang Fang's blade.

Another soft sound.

Jiang Fang was not surprised but delighted. Her sword technique changed again, flowing like water, sometimes light and agile, sometimes heavy and powerful, sometimes fierce and gentle.

As she played more and more smoothly, the rigid framework of her moves began to loosen and break down, replaced by a feeling that was closer to instinct.