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“I see that you have a certain level of achievement in sword practice. I have a sword technique, and I wonder if
you’d be interested in learning it,” the old man asked with a smile.
“Please give me your guidance, sir!” Philip bowed and said.
“Let’s go to another place,” the old man closed his eyes and said.
The scenery around the two of them changed like a revolving light and finally stopped beside a small stone gazebo
with a few sturdy bamboos growing on the sides.
The old man took Philip into the gazebo and said, “I see that your swordplay is quite open and unrestrained, but
there’s a trace of imperceptible finesse in it. Although unrestrained, all your moves are true to your heart.”
“My swordplay is called ‘Forthright Swordplay’, created when I traveled the world during my younger days and
experienced all walks of life. This sword technique can only be mastered by a broad-minded person. A narrow-
minded person who learns this technique will definitely go mad.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter that, the old man put his hand on the top of Philip’s head and imparted the sword technique to him mentally.
Suddenly, the image of a sword-wielding person appeared in Philip’s mind. As the name suggested, the swordplay
was open and forthright without a trace of indecisiveness.
“This sword technique is divided into five parts, the Moon Harvest Sword, Mountain-Splitting Sword, Sun-Piercing
Sword, Sultry Sword, and Emotional Sword. If you practice the technique to perfection, you can even split
mountains apart.”
After that, the old man told Philip the stories of his experiences when he was young like a lonely old man.
Philip had some guesses about his identity, but after so many years, what remained should only be a shred of his
soul.
“It’s getting late. It’s time to send you back…”
As the old man was about to close his eyes and disappear, Philip stopped the old man and asked, “Sir, I don’t know
your name yet…”
“I’ve long forgotten my name, but others call me the Bamboo Swordsman.”
The old man had a slender bamboo sword strapped to his waist. After saying that, the old man disappeared in a
puff of white smoke.
The scene around Philip changed again.
Inside the stone passage, everyone looked over as the stone door opened slowly. Elder Whitmore looked very
grave. In the end, it was best if both of them returned safely.
After the stone door was fully opened, a figure popped out. Philip steadied himself, and everyone finally saw the
handsome man with a tired face, but where was the other one?
Everyone was puzzled.
“Where’s Hardy?”
“Why isn’t he out yet?”
Someone muttered, “He can’t have died inside, right?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBefore everyone could figure out the situation, the fog inside the stone door gradually dissipated, revealing the true
appearance inside. Swords of all shapes and sizes were inserted into the stone in the middle of the room.
Hardy’s body was not inside the room. Philip was quite sure it was still in the bamboo forest, so he turned around
and said to everyone, “Mr. Shell has gone forward. I returned here because I lost.”
“As expected, Hardy is so strong that it’s impossible for him to lose.”
“That’s right, his title as the Little Wind Demon of Imperial City is not for nothing.”
Philip knew that many people here belonged to the ancient dragon royal family, so it was better to be cautious.
After being relieved of their doubts, everyone entered the room and saw a black stone tablet next to the stone full
of swords. It had the words ‘Sword Talent’ on it.
No one could pull any of the swords out.
Finally, an injured person accidentally touched the black stone tablet, and his blood gradually disappeared as if
absorbed by the black stone tablet.
At this time, two words glowing faintly gradually appeared on the stone tablet, ‘Level Four’.
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