After Anthony and Jack left, Fang Xingjian was left alone in the training room, waving his longsword to portray different sword stances.
As he thrusted the sword again and again, various sword techniques were displayed, almost as if a massive amount of flowers had bloomed majestically.
In his hands, it was as if the sword techniques had their own souls, and with the increase in the number of sword techniques he had been practicing, the level of cultivation of his sword arts was also brought to new heights. Regardless if it was the speed at which he was learning sword arts; or their application in battles; or the flow in switching from sword stance to sword stance, they had all improved qualitatively.
However, towards the matter of Perfect Muscles, he still felt that something was not right, as if something was missing – something which caused him to not be able to achieve Perfect Muscles.
