Zhaang Ye faced the sun, standing still with his Purple Copper Thick-Backed Saber in hand.
SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! Zhaang Ye unleashed three slashes in a single instant.
Of these three slashes, the first was incomparably fierce. As he struck, the wind from the blade billowed out like a furious wave crashing against the shore. The second slash was the exact opposite, as gentle as a spring drizzle, silent and without a whisper of wind. The third slash was different yet again. It was launched in utter silence, but the force it released was incredibly powerful, embodying a perfect blend of hard and soft.
Every person's techniques have their own characteristics—some are simple, some are subtle, some are fierce, some are delicate, and some are clumsy and heavy. For Zhaang Ye to be able to express three different realms with three slashes, it was clear that his understanding of the Saber Dao had reached a new level.
