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.

This was not the

He finally had awaken himself into reality away from the rhythm in

taste of Light Apperception." Ricky opened his 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

and unnerving task that no one could possibly have a taste of it in a snap. It was to be nourished from deep within, with deep understanding. That was why there were numerous warriors who had already

gaze onto

blade and impurities were nowhere to be found. Even the most powerful

just made, Ricky turned his eyes to Grace and

Ricky enthused, feeling good about this weapon himself,

came over, the shock and amazement

saber and flicked the blade to check its

Grace asked with a deep breath after having the saber

Master. Could it be called a good one?"

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

come out of Ricky's mouth. She was even at a loss for words and almost dropped the weapon she was holding in her hand.

which is comparable to weapons of Demi-mortal Level," Grace said heavily, her eyes fiercely gazing at Ricky as if to see him through

wide open, her jaw dropped to the ground. She could not believe that Ricky could produce something superior. It was absolutely mind-blowing that a first

Level... I

looked at Ricky in a furious and

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 successfully within a year or

you less than half a day

Aren't you exaggerating?" Ricky whispered as her

masters of casting in our Snow Sect to get to where

of excitement just like endless waves swept over her, too difficult to calm down in a short period of time. Excitement filled her whole spirit, as if she had just discovered another legend

a casting genius. That would be an honor for her to be a master of a warrior of such great potential.

one of the only two professions that could break the rule of "Only the strongest would