"1466..."
"1467..."
Snow reflected the moonlight, creating a serene glow as Yang Ge stood in a snowy field, dressed in loose robes, repeatedly practicing the powerful strike called 'Splitting Mount Hua.'
Step forward, swing the saber.
Sheathe the saber, parry.
Step forward, swing the saber.
Sheathe the saber...
The movements were simple, yet he performed them very slowly.
There was none of the lightning-fast ferocity of facing an enemy!
But the pure essence of the saber was present in his advance and retreat, in the tension and relaxation, in the inhale and exhale.
There's a saying in boxing: practice a move a hundred times, and the movement technique will appear.
The same is true for practicing with a saber.
When first handling a long saber, there was neither rhythm nor a feel for the blade.
Swinging at air, twisting at the waist, even being knocked back by the saber's reaction were all common occurrences.
