Ice Storm took the bark paper from Meng Chao's hand with suspicion.
With just a glance, she was shocked.
On the light four pieces of bark paper, there was record of a technological civilization that had entered the post-industrial, information-based era. Being a thousand years ahead, it had an overwhelming advantage over a clan civilization.
It was not that the Turan civilization did not have such exquisite moves.
In fact, Ice storm could see at a glance that Forward Wind Cutter was only an entry-level basic combat technique.
To put it nicely, it was plain and unadorned.
To put it bluntly, it was simple and crude to the extreme.
Raising the battle saber with both hands and sprinting with both legs, he used the momentum to swing the battle saber down—it was such a common move that even a carbon-based intelligent creature with four limbs could think of it.
