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.

again and again and again until it was pure to perfection. This was not the end, however, of his skill of mastery for the Pounding Skill was to

stopped. He finally had awaken himself into reality away from the rhythm in the atmosphere. He stopped and saw that the weapon on the grinding stone

with a hint of

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

his gaze onto his creation.

a blade and impurities were nowhere to be found. Even the most powerful sense of smell couldn't find the impurities. It was almost

had just made, Ricky turned his eyes

Grace, little Heather, how do you think of the saber I've just cast?" Ricky enthused, feeling

over, the shock and amazement still lingering in their

the saber and flicked the blade to check its quality and

Ricky, are you sure this is your first time to cast?" Grace asked with a deep breath after having the saber checked to its very core.

it be called a good one?" Ricky

expecting an answer from the master on how

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

Level," Grace said heavily, her eyes fiercely gazing at Ricky as if to

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 timer could yield such a

of disappointment in his eyes, murmured, "Only Demi-mortal Level... I thought it could be counted as a weapon of

in a furious and jealous way after

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 two, even for those talented with spiritual

only took you less than half a day

you exaggerating?" Ricky whispered as her reply.

took at least a year for masters of casting in our Snow Sect to get to where you are now when they

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

never expected a disciple of her to be as smart and highly skilled in such an incredible way as a casting genius. That would be

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