"Slash horizontally"
"Follow it up with an upward slash" The cold voice of a handsome young man could be heard.
The man has thick black hair tied to a ponytail, he wore a robe with blue and red stripes on it. In his left hand was a sword that was currently not unsheathed.
In front of him were about thirty disciples obeying his every command, wielding normal wooden training swords to train.
They obeyed his every word, doing everything simultaneously, following a rhythm, making the same movement at the same time, and slashing at the same time.
Watching this was like watching a group dance simultaneously after practicing hard for a long time.
The face of the disciples were pale some of them breathing heavily. Showing that they have been training hard for a long period.
Suddenly, one of them made a mistake, though minuscule, the handsome young man was still able to notice it.
