"Watch closely."
The old man said, holding the Iron Sword horizontally in front of him, moving as slowly as an old man exercising in a park, performing a block move even a child could mimic.
"This is blocking."
Then, he slowly pushed the sword forward, as if offering something.
"This is thrusting."
The two moves were simple and unadorned, devoid of any glint or breaking sky sound, so ordinary that Tu Hu felt the old man might have some tricks, but it seemed more like he was fooling him.
"Now, go and defeat your enemy." Cang Xuan tossed the Iron Sword back to him and casually pointed forward.
Tu Hu instinctively turned his head, only to see the space ahead ripple slightly, as a blurry phantom began to condense.
He habitually threw out Decomposition.
[Dream Weaving Beast (Phantom)]
Hunting Level: 127.
Tu Hu: ???
He blinked hard, wondering if he had hallucinated from repeating sword swings for too long.
