"Of course it's hard to learn. I've been trying for five years and still haven't reached the entry level..." Mu Jin couldn't help but chime in.
After all, she's an elder of the Battle God Temple, and she hasn't learned the Fighting Sword yet.
"Naturally, to learn the Fighting Sword, one must keep a drawn sharp sword in hand at all times, never letting go, even when sleeping, keeping the Fighting Spirit constantly circulating, filling the sword completely, not a bit more, not a bit less, until years later, when the sword is put down, the Fighting Spirit can still condense into the shape of a sword — that's what counts as entry level," the Combat God said lightly.
"What? It takes years? And you want me to learn it in twenty-four hours? Why don't we just run away instead..." Wang Dadong couldn't help but swallow his saliva upon hearing this.
No matter how much he sees himself as a genius, he doesn't believe he can master in a day what takes others many years to learn.
