Though he had a grandmaster as his teacher, who seemed capable of mastering any martial art with ease, Pang Hong was aware his natural talent did not rank in the exceptional. Hence, when countless advanced martial techniques lay before him for selection, he did not burden himself with learning too many. Instead, he specialized in a handful of them.
The Sword Drawing Skill was his best skill. After decades of cultivation, his mastery of the skill had already encompassed about seventy to eighty percent of Pei Xuanjing's original charm, but it had a distinct style, unique to Pang Hong. He had carved out his own path, not merely imitating Pei Xuanjing.
Clang!
Shenxiao Sword was unsheathed.
Gripping the sword, drawing it out, unsheathing it, and slashing all flowed as smoothly as a drifting cloud, without any pauses!
A brilliant flash of sword light appeared. In the instant that the sword left its sheath, an intense and deadly sword intent seeped through.
