บท 101: Waxing Crescent

Draven paid no heed to their eyes nor their feelings as he positioned himself. Holding the hilt with both of his hands, he closed his eyes and imagined the different stances of the moonlight crescent. When his body executed the first stance, everybody was mesmerized.

He stood and then performed the first stance, all they saw was elegance and perfection. The way Draven swung the sword captivated them, and when he stopped awakened them from their reverie.

"Beautiful."

"Perfect."

"Mesmerizing."

Different words that could describe Draven's move popped into their heads as they continued to watch Draven executing different stances of the moonlight crescent. Draven did not once perform sword moves such as piercing, stabbing, or parrying. They only saw Draven swinging the sword in every direction while trying to cooperate with his body.

Compared to Mao Tian, even though he didn't use a weapon, he fought as though every part of his body coordinated.