Is that supposed to be some kind of sick joke?
Yet Feng Yin couldn't help but wonder: Am I... in a military training camp?
This conversation, this atmosphere...
It seems too similar!
The Head Instructor above them remained unmoved as he coldly stated: "Who are you? You are assassins, martial artists."
"Since you are assassins, then your thoughts, whether you are sitting, walking, standing, running, even when you are lying down sleeping or rolling away to evade... should be about murder, only murder!"
"And these, none of you can accomplish."
"When standing, the stance that allows you to strike anytime, by hand, by foot, with a blade, with a sword, to dodge, to jump… these are all crucial."
"And it applies the same to sitting and other postures."
"Using a blade, in what stance you can use it most effectively, that can fully exert the power of your techniques; under any sudden circumstances, you can draw your blade perfectly… this is another intricacy."
