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.

it was pure to perfection. This was not

he 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

opened his eyes and said with a hint

such a tedious and unnerving task that no one could possibly have a taste of it in a

turned his gaze onto his

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

made, Ricky turned his eyes to Grace and

I've just cast?" Ricky enthused, feeling good about this weapon himself, seeing

came over, the shock and

saber and flicked the blade

to cast?" Grace asked with a deep breath after having the saber checked to its

one?" Ricky asked enthusiastically, waiting for

answer from the master on how well Ricky did with the

hearing the words come out of Ricky's mouth. She was even at a loss for

Demi-mortal Level," Grace said heavily, her eyes fiercely

have her mouth 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 timer could yield such a powerful weapon.

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

Heather looked at Ricky in a furious and jealous way after

your casting is up to the 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

only took you less than half a day

Aren't you exaggerating?" Ricky

in our Snow Sect to

to calm down in a short period of time. Excitement filled her whole spirit,

as smart and highly skilled in such an incredible way as a casting genius. That would

world where the weak fell prey to the strong, was one of the only two professions that could break the