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 the Pounding Skill was to be learned after his Devouring

the rhythm in the atmosphere. He stopped and saw that the weapon on the grinding

atmosphere nearly gave me a taste of Light Apperception." Ricky opened his eyes and said with a hint of regret. He had

not disappoint him for it was such a tedious and unnerving task that no one could possibly have a taste of it in a snap. It was to be nourished from deep within,

his gaze onto his creation.

to be found. Even the most powerful sense of smell couldn't find the

just made, Ricky turned his eyes to Grace and

cast?" Ricky

the shock and amazement still lingering

up the saber and flicked the blade to check its quality

Grace asked with a deep breath after having the saber checked

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

saber in Grace's hands, expecting an answer from the master on how

was even at a

knife is superior to all the ordinary weapons, which is comparable to weapons of Demi-mortal Level," Grace said

Heather was only found to 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

"Only Demi-mortal Level... I thought it could be counted as a weapon of

a furious and jealous way after

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

took you less than half a

Aren't you exaggerating?" Ricky whispered

a year for masters of casting in our Snow Sect to get

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

in such an incredible way as a casting genius. That

the weak fell prey to the strong, was one of the only two professions that could break the rule of "Only the strongest would have the honor of being the last