Beihai Nation, the Zhenwu Martial Arts Club.
An elderly man stood motionless in the courtyard, his hands holding a knife.
Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly.
Then, he spun around abruptly.
"Swish—"
The knife in his hands slashed out fiercely.
"Shoo—"
A slight sound of the blade passing by, and a leaf that had just fallen from a tree was split into perfectly symmetrical halves by the edge of the knife.
Both sides were indistinguishably even.
"Clap, clap, clap—"
A burst of applause suddenly erupted, followed by an excited middle-aged man who walked up, picked up the leaf that had been split in two, examined it, and exclaimed, "Master, your knife skills have become so exquisite, they're as delicate as the work of an embroidery needle, fantastic, truly fantastic."
