Chương 97: Chapter 12: Swordsmanship and Medicinal Bath

Atop the solitary peak, Mr. Ying waved his hand, sending out streams of sword qi that sounded like thunder ripping through the sky, sealing off the edge of the peak. Anfeng could only hear the sound of sword qi slicing the air, pressing aggressively toward his face. The youth felt chills down his spine, as if at any moment, a divine sword might cleave down from somewhere and chop him into pieces.

The Scholar stood with his hands behind his back and a look of disdain as he glanced down below the peak before fixing his gaze back on Wang Anfeng and slightly furrowing his brow.

"My swordsmanship is complex and your foundation is far from sufficient to learn its divine skills," he said.

"However, if you're only pursuing complicated moves, there is one art I've developed after observing countless sword moves across the world, combining them into seventy-two breaking techniques, serving as an introductory cornerstone of a peak sword canon," he continued.

"It's just right for you."