After resting in the sky for several days, he finally felt somewhat better.
Jiang Ding sat cross-legged, reviewing the battle with Zhong Guangzi frame by frame, especially the opponent's swordsmanship. The moves were all basic sword control skills like slashing, chopping, and thrusting, yet they exuded an inherent beauty, smooth and natural, conforming to some kind of principle.
He took out a frame of the Great Sun Flying Sword's slash and zoomed in, and then zoomed in some more.
Jiang Ding noticed that the sword-light was twisted like silk, accompanied by the sound of thunder. The path of the sword-light was winding and twisting, with many areas even bending backward, artificially adding a lot of distance, seemingly unaware of the principle that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line.
But the effect it produced was quite another matter.
Speed.
