He was holding a mundane, un-enchanted bamboo stick.
Surrounding him in a wide circle were fifteen elite Azure Dragon disciples, including Senior Brother Kui, the leader whose iron flagon Ji'an had previously kicked into the stratosphere.
Kui was not looking at Lu Jianheng with hostility.
He was looking at the Sword Lord with the wide, desperate, incredibly eager eyes of a freshman attending a masterclass.
"Observe the transfer!" Jianheng lectured, his icy-blue aura entirely subdued as he demonstrated a flawless, high-speed parry. "Martial Uncle Lin taught us that relying on the edge of the blade breeds complacency!"
You must treat the weapon as a blunt instrument of leverage! Do not slice the miasma; displace it! Shift your hips!"
"Like this, Sword Lord?" Kui asked, stepping forward and executing a clumsy, overly aggressive swipe with his own wooden practice sword.
THWACK!
