บท 49: Slashing at the Mountain

Jiang Chen had never used a knife. He gained countless wonderful insights when standing in front of the knife trail, but was unable to express them explicitly.

But his right hand, in which he was holding the knife, was clenching tighter and tighter. And his facial expression tensed more and more.

No one knew what he was doing there. He stood there motionless until the dawn.

A whole night had passed. Many people started to notice this strange guy.

Someone tried to approach him to figure out what was going on with him.

Suddenly Jiang Chen burst into laughter and started to brandish the knife in the air.

"Crazy!"

People cursed him and tried to stay away from him.

What should I name this slash?

Jiang Chen didn't know any knife methods, but after spending the whole night comprehending the knife trail, he had mastered a knife movement.

A slash! It had no name. It wasn't a movement, either.

It was only a slash! A slash that slashed at the mountain!