Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The saber was unsheathed and returned to its sheath.
The sound of a saber being drawn echoed in the setting sun.
The heart of the Mirror Lake, an isolated island.
A group of children were quickly drawing their knives.
None of them were freaks, so they had to lay a solid foundation. The condensation of intent and Dharma Power began from drawing the saber.
If you couldn't ignite all your fighting spirit before you attacked, then even if you had 100% of your strength, you could only unleash 60% or 30%.
The foundation of the Ten Forms of the Lifeless Saber was also drawing a saber, so drawing a saber was the daily routine of these ninety-nine children.
