Lu Zhen swung his sword in a very simple manner as he continued to train with the sword.
However, his swings had evolved into something more; they were now precise and perfectly synchronized with his every breath, making it appear as if the sword were an extension of his own body.
Lu Nan's eyes widened when she saw this.
"Wasn't he a total beginner with the sword? How did he become so skilled in just moments?" she thought, feeling her worldview shattering as she observed him.
Lu Zhen's connection with the sword deepened with each passing moment, his swings growing faster and more fluid, as if the sword had become a natural part of him.
"This should be enough for now," Lu Zhen thought as he extended his hands. The moment he did, Lu Nan appeared from the shadows and handed him a towel.
Lu Zhen wiped his sweat-filled body with the towel as he summoned his system with a thought.
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