"Let me correct you, it's not Ten Thousand Cold Saint Ice True Skill, but Saint Ice Ten Thousand Cold True Skill. If you think it's a mouthful, you can simply call it Frost True Skill, Saint Ice True Skill or Ten Thousand Cold True Skill."
Saint Feinan repeated somewhat speechlessly, but the movements of his hands did not slow down. A swift swipe of his right hand across his slender waist, and the black belt was drawn. Bright sunlight streamed down through the clouds onto the open ground.
Under the light, the finger-thick black belt flashed with a metallic luster. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't just a simple belt, but a whip over two meters long, made from nearly a hundred finger-joint-length pieces of a material that appeared somewhat like wood or metal and had a matte finish.
Overall, it was like a long black centipede.
