A sword aura!
It cleaved through the air for a whole meter!
Russell's feet were planted firmly on the ground, his body leaning forward at a fifteen-degree angle, frozen in the stance of swinging his sword.
He was still caught in an immense wave of astonishment.
"Sword aura!"
"Battle Qi released!"
"I've actually succeeded, damn it!"
Every time he saw other knights brandishing their weapons and unleashing various edges of auras, he felt an intense envy in his heart.
But now, it was his turn to wield the sword aura: "The main meridians in my arms have been pieced through with the momentum of Minor Circulation Perfection, along with the remaining Origin Dragon's Breath, directly puncturing the palm meridians, hence I can now discharge Battle Qi from the palm of my hand!"
This would normally require painstaking effort that could wear down a stone, with knights needing to cultivate day and night to achieve success.