The legendary warrior

"Master, the way he does the beat seems to be natural manual. The rhythm and the invisible artistic conception which can never be achieved by random beating, actually generated an epiphany inside of me," Heather said in a trance, while watching each action of his beating.

Grace did not give her answer to the question immediately. Instead, she intensely stared at the track Ricky had made, and felt with a sensitive heart the rhythm and artistic feeling by him.

The more she felt, the stronger the shock was in her eyes. She could not believe that Ricky could produce something as special as that.

There were quite a number of casting masters in the Snow Sect, even two of the Demi-spirit Level. Although Grace had seen them produce the rhythm and the artistic effects, none of them were as perfect as how Ricky did it.

"How could it be possible?" said Grace in disbelief in the bottom of her heart after she got the feeling of awe and astonishment.

Ricky's rhythm was absolute treasure for every pounding of the weapon was felt in his heart and no one could do it like him.

But the question remained the same--how could one practice such a perfect Manual even without a spiritual meridian?

Questions haunted her mind which was in chaos at the moment for she had never felt so many emotions at the same time-- doubt, astonishment, and disbelief.

They were there as the audience and as much as they were excited they would never do anything to distract and disturb Ricky. That would ruin the moment, the perfection of Ricky's process. And on the other hand, it inspired them to more thinking.

...

Ricky was in a trance. He let his innermost self do all the work without having to think twice of what he was doing and what he was about to do. He was a natural.

In such a mysterious state, his perception and understanding of the Devouring Skill sharpened. This laid out the foundation towards the understanding of Light Apperception.

Light, Intent, and Soul, these three powerful forces, were to be understood in insight and artistic atmosphere...

Plunged in the deep natural trance, Ricky continued the beat giving all of his strength. He had the capacity to become a master of casting.

Ricky beat the crimson knife along with the beating of his heart. Black sparks flew out of the knife and iron, stripping it away of all its impurities.

was not the end, however, of his skill of mastery for

rhythm in the atmosphere. He stopped and saw that the weapon on the grinding stone had become a real and functioning

eyes and said with a hint of regret. He had taken himself along with the beating too much that he didn't even realizing that his eyes were closed during the whole

a taste of it in

turned his gaze onto his

beyond exceptional--crystal clear, sharp as a blade and impurities were nowhere to be found. Even the most powerful

just made, Ricky turned his eyes

of the saber I've just cast?" Ricky enthused, feeling good about this weapon himself, seeing that it was not that bad.

the shock and amazement still lingering in

up the saber and flicked the blade to check

are you sure this is your first time to cast?" Grace asked with

be called a good one?" Ricky asked enthusiastically, waiting for

Grace's hands, expecting an answer from the master on how well Ricky did

onto her spine in disbelief after hearing the words come out of Ricky's mouth. She was even at a loss for words and almost dropped the

which is comparable to weapons of Demi-mortal Level," Grace said heavily, her eyes

only found to have her mouth wide open, her jaw dropped to the ground. She could not believe that Ricky could produce something

Demi-mortal Level...

at Ricky in a furious and jealous way after

level of weapons of Demi-mortal Level. Aren't you satisfied with it?" Heather said fiercely, "I have once heard from my father that it was almost impossible to make a weapon of Demi-mortal Level

you less than half a

you exaggerating?" Ricky whispered as her reply.

It took at least a year for masters of casting in our Snow Sect to get to where

waves swept over her, too difficult to calm down in a short period of time. Excitement filled her whole spirit, as if

in such an incredible way as a casting genius. That would be an honor for her to be a master of

to the strong, was one of the only two professions that could break the rule of "Only the strongest