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

Chapter 37, The Aura Fluctuations Evoking from the Villa

Thirty moves, fifty moves, one hundred moves...

Jiang Fang was completely immersed in this unprecedented state, as if she were truly recognizing the knife in her hand for the first time.

Jiang Ming remained calm throughout, and every parry and every guidance he gave precisely struck at the turning point of Jiang Fang's sword technique.

This allowed her to gradually appreciate the benefits of "not thinking" through constant forced changes in tactics.

Finally, on the 217th move, Jiang Fang unleashed a slash, the blade light cascading like moonlight, the air hissing as it was torn apart, and a faint, almost imperceptible humming sound was faintly heard.

That's the sound produced by the resonance between the blade and the air, a sign that appears when swordsmanship begins to touch the edge of "intention"!

Jiang Fang abruptly sheathed her sword, stood still, her chest heaving slightly, but her eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance.

"I...I did it!"

"Congratulations, Teacher Jiang, you have successfully grasped the essence of the art. Remember how you felt today, and with more practice, you will naturally break through to the next level."

Jiang Ming said with a smile.

Jiang Fang's hand holding the knife trembled slightly. In truth, although Jiang Fang had hope for Jiang Ming's guidance, she didn't dare to ask for too much.

Because she had been stuck on this line for so long, she naturally understood just how difficult it was to cross it.

Although Jiang Ming's realm was higher than hers, she had not been without guidance from masters of higher realms.

The Elite Training Camp is the world's number one training camp. Jiang Fang has served there for nearly ten years. During these ten years, she has consulted with the Inspector and listened to Hong and Lei Shen give on-site martial arts lectures at the Elite Training Camp.

Yet, they never truly grasped the essence of artistic conception.

Which of these people is not more accomplished than her, and which of them is not more experienced than Jiang Mingzu?

Therefore, the best outcome Jiang Fang could hope for was to gain some experience from Jiang Ming and avoid some detours.

Jiang Fang took a deep breath, forcibly calming her turbulent emotions, and bowed solemnly to Jiang Ming.

"Inspector Jiang, Jiang Fang will always remember this kindness."

Jiang Ming did not flinch and accepted her bow without hesitation.

"Go."

Jiang Ming waved his hand.

"Strike while the iron is hot, solidify that feeling, and that's when you'll break through to a higher level."

"yes!"

Jiang Fang said no more, sheathed her twin swords, turned and quickly left.

Jiang Ming stood in the courtyard, watching her figure disappear outside the moon gate, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The Third Eye not only enhances my own cultivation, but it also has an excellent effect on guiding others.

Jiang Ming reviewed his guidance to Jiang Fang. On Earth, the concept of "artistic conception" is mostly abstract and esoteric, such as the unity of heaven and man, or the unity of spirit and flesh.

Most martial artists on Earth who are at the realm of intent, and even Hong and Lei Shen, probably don't have any special insights into intent.

This is due to the limitations of insufficient level and shallow understanding.

Even though Jiang Ming's cultivation level is not as high as Hong Gao's, with the blessing of the Heavenly Eye, he can see everything from a perspective that transcends his current level.

Furthermore, it can also reveal the practitioner's current physical condition, making the teaching effect naturally quite good.

When Jiang Fang returned to her residence, the sun had already passed noon.

Her residence is located in "Bibo Garden" on the east side of the training camp, which is the exclusive residential area for the teachers of the elite training camp.

More than ten detached villas of different styles are scattered in the garden, spaced far apart from each other, ensuring the privacy and tranquility of each teacher.

Those who can live here are all warriors at the level of war gods, and they all have unique insights into martial arts or teaching.

Jiang Fang did not enter the living room, but went directly to the martial arts training ground in the backyard.

It was an open area of ​​about 200 square meters, with a specially made alloy plate on the ground and various training weapons placed on the weapon racks along the edge.

She placed two training scimitars in the center of the field, then sat cross-legged and closed her eyes to regulate her breathing.

In his mind, every detail of his fight with Jiang Ming just now replayed like a movie.

Those seemingly simple parries, provocations, and pulls... each one precisely struck the most vulnerable point in her sword strike transitions, forcing her to abandon thought and react instinctively.

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

'

Jiang Ming's words echoed in my ears.

Jiang Fang slowly opened her eyes, which were now clear.

She stood up and gripped the two swords.

This time, she didn't adopt any starting stance, nor did she recall any fixed moves.

I just stood there quietly, feeling the weight and curve of the blade, and the warmth of my fingertips against the handle.

Then, she moved.

Without thinking about what moves to use or planning how to connect the next move, he simply swung the twin swords out of his body's instinct.

laugh!

The blade flashed like mercury spilling onto the ground, drawing a smooth arc in the afterglow of dusk.

At first, it was a bit awkward, and there were occasional hesitations when changing the knife techniques.

But with repeated practice, that state of "not thinking" became more and more natural, and the knife skills became more and more fluid.

Gradually, a unique charm began to emerge from the glint of her sword.

It is like moonlight pouring down, cool and bright, and like flowing water winding around stones, supple and long.

Jiang Fang was completely immersed in this state, practicing and comprehending it again and again.

With each strike, the feeling of "intention" becomes clearer; with each sheathing of the sword, the understanding of the way of the sword deepens.

As she continued to practice, the faint sound of the sword and the fluctuations in its artistic conception quietly spread to the surroundings.

Bibo Garden, Villa No. 3.

An elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a gray training uniform, is flipping through ancient books in his study.

His name is Zhou Zhenhai, a native of China, a high-level war god, skilled in palm techniques, and has been teaching in the training camp for more than fifteen years, making him extremely experienced.

Suddenly, his hand, which was turning the pages of the book, paused slightly.

"This is...

'

Zhou Zhenhai raised his head, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He put down the ancient book and focused his mind on perceiving it.

There was a faint sense of "spirit" flowing in the air.

It is a kind of artistic conception that is sharp yet flexible and full of vitality, like moonlight or flowing water.

"An unfamiliar mood or feeling."

Zhou Zhenhai frowned slightly.

"Is there a new teacher? Or has someone broken through to a higher level? Judging by the direction... is that Villa No. 7?"

Villa No. 7 is Jiang Fang's residence.

Zhou Zhenhai stood up, walked to the window, and looked in the direction of Villa No. 7.

Dusk had fallen, and in the dim light, Zhou Zhenhai saw many shadowy figures of knives.

"That girl Jiang Fang..."

...Did you break through?

His first reaction was disbelief.

Jiang Fang has been stuck in the Perfect Realm for seven years; this is something all the teachers in the training camp know.

Three days ago, she even bowed to Jiang Ming, the new, prodigy student, in public to ask him for advice.

After this incident spread among teachers, although everyone outwardly admired her spirit, many privately felt that Jiang Fang was grasping at straws in desperation.

Even if a nineteen-year-old possesses extraordinary talent and has grasped the essence of the art, teaching others is another matter entirely. The profound mysteries of art cannot be explained in just a few words.

Zhou Zhenhai himself, like Jiang Fang, was stuck at the very edge of the Perfection level.

This line has held him captive for twenty-one years.

In these twenty-one years, what methods hasn't he tried? What people hasn't he consulted?

Even Hong and Lei Shen, Zhou Zhenhai had sought their guidance when they were instructing students in martial arts.

"How...how is this possible?!"

Zhou Zhenhai stared blankly in that direction, muttering to himself.