The Supreme God

Evan and Herbert had walked into the house to visit Austin, but as they stepped into the yard, they were almost whipped in their faces by the sword-lights. It scared them enough to turn around and run out of the house as fast as they could.

Hiding behind the doorway, they craned their necks to look at the wondrous sight that greeted them. Feeling emptiness at his hairline, Herbert touched a spot on his forehead. He was astonished to find that it was clear of hair. The hair had been there minutes ago. But Austin's sword had made sure to sear off the hair and the scalp from there.

"Oh my God! What kind of martial arts is Austin practicing? He would have killed me if I'd been any slower to dodge the sword! I'm never coming to his house again, I swear, no matter how badly I'm threatened," Herbert positively howled.

"You know what Tin is like. He practices like the devil, so engrossed in what he is doing that he doesn't see anything else. It's just him and his practice. And nobody can help him out of that state but himself," Evan said helplessly as he peeked yet again into the yard. Lights were still flashing. Austin was still brandishing and striking the sword.

After what felt like a long time, and no one really knew how long it was, Austin finally paused. He stopped swinging his sword and stood there silently, lapsing into a state of meditation.

He occasionally raised his head to look at the skyline. The sun had just started rising, its golden rays lighting up the Earth and bringing every creature back to life from their deep slumber. Before Austin had known it, the night was gone, replaced by a welcoming, brand-new day.

Austin smiled, not caring about how much time had passed.

A few days of practice brought Austin a vague idea about how the swordsmanship worked. He didn't know why, but he sensed that something was going to dawn on him. His mind was going to see a new life bloom from within. But there was a thick layer of membrane that stood in its way, and whatever was coming, it only needed a little push to break out of its thin shell. Once the shell broke, something related to the swordsmanship would appear in his mind.

Austin didn't want to stop at such a critical moment.

The attainment of insights on swordsmanship had much to do with the practitioner's state of mind, a lucky coincidence, environment and the mood. Now that he had finally come to the stage where he could gain some insight, he did not want to let all his previous efforts go to waste. If he gave up now, he didn't know when again he would come this close to comprehending the secrets of this wonderful swordsmanship.

A smile finally crossed Austin's face. He seemed to have understood something.

a mysterious light flashed across his eyes.

rang out in his soul. Pop!

the way a new life comes into existence as

but it wasn't uncomfortable. The feeling was beyond expression, popping into Austin's soul

followed by Austin's eyes shining like sword lights, sharp and cold like nothing else had ever

the aura around Austin had changed quietly, as if he had remolded himself thoroughly and become a new

everyone to see, and its momentum ready to kill an army of thousands of soldiers. When an idea crossed his mind, his pupils would

the sword intent?

that he had understood the sword

several warriors who had comprehended it. And

these changes to his body and mind, Austin knew what was happening.

still standing in the

its way back down, it

air between heaven and earth. And suddenly, the intangible sword intents were formed, without prior indication. Austin could feel that he had the ability to control

the yard, dashing to their targets and slashing everything they could touch. Formless as they were,

his soul had become one. His body had become an integral part of the sword, and the

Soon, he had ravaged the yard,

more skilled at employing the sword intent. Feeling like he was an extension of the Violet Royal Sword meant that the formless yet powerful sword intents could attack

Swordsmanship. As a result, the