Right after, Zhao Ya began to freely swing his blade.
No elaborate or ornate techniques.
Just the simplest of moves imaginable.
And all of this was derived from the unremarkable Gale Saber Technique.
In fact, even if the originator of the Gale Saber Technique were here, they would probably struggle to recognize these moves.
Because Zhao Ya had completely absorbed this Gale Saber Technique, refining and summarizing it into something of his own.
The sharp gales that once accompanied it were gone, replaced by a gentle breeze akin to the caress of a spring wind.
Yet beneath this seemingly gentle exterior lay an even more terrifying killing intent.
Unconsciously, Zhao Ya became immersed in it, and by the time he finished a set of techniques, his proficiency in the Gale Saber Technique had increased by five percent.
But when Zhao Ya concluded his moves, his face showed little sign of joy.
Admittedly, his attainment in blade work had reached a very high level.
