"Huff, huff…"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
"Nine hundred eighty-five, nine hundred eighty-six…"
Ilwoo muttered between gasps of breath as he continued swinging his sword, each strike flowing into the next. Though the strain tore at his body, his master's support constantly healed his wounds.
Ilwoo muttered between gasps of breath as he continued swinging his sword, each strike flowing into the next. Though the strain tore at his body, his master's support constantly healed his wounds.
Fatigue vanished upon contact, allowing him to persist as he refined his Three Heaven Slashing Swordsmanship.
After one final, clean vertical arc descended to the ground, he completed his master's task. He slumped down, overwhelmed by accumulated exhaustion, dust clinging to his sweat-drenched skin like a second layer. His Nine Flame Sword lay beside him.
"Hmm, your swordsmanship has refined somewhat. Good progression within two months."
