After seeing off Roth and the others, Li Ming returned to his studio and opened the slim, elongated briefcase on his workbench—the Prism Ion Sword quietly lay inside.
With a single hand, 80,000 points of metal energy flowed away, and the Prism Ion Sword vanished from Li Ming's grasp and was placed into the main Control Bar.
Information related to swordsmanship flooded into Li Ming's mind, from basic upward strikes and downward chops to routine swordsmanship techniques, and then to an array of sword methods that flowed into his mind and could be performed effortlessly.
In this interstellar era, close combat techniques were still quite important; combined with various high-tech melee weapons, they could yield an extremely dazzling brilliance.
After adjusting for a moment, Li Ming turned his attention to a prompt that popped up on the Control Bar—
