But still, he swung his sword, again and again, hacking toward what lay before him.
Indeed, this person was none other than Luo Ze.
A man whose talent in both cultivation and swordsmanship was utterly mediocre.
This young lad possessed nothing but an exceptionally firm heart.
It seemed, then, that he had no other merits.
"Still waving around that wooden sword?"
As he watched, Luo Changfeng could not help but silently stop his continuous forward strides.
And just like that, he stood behind Luo Ze.
With a calm expression, he watched on.
Through this period of hard training, Luo Ze's body had indeed become much more robust, and the strength in his swings with the wooden sword had grown significantly.
But, these slight improvements,
Underneath the shadow of absolute talent,
All seemed in vain.
After all, the effort a common person put in for several dozens of days, or even a hundred days, could barely match up to the hardship a genius would endure in a single day.
