"General Cheng, rest assured."
Ding Ling seemed to be boosting his own morale, loudly declaring:
"I can definitely do it!"
He had read "Actor's Self-Cultivation," "Actor's Line Delivery Performance," and "Actor's Facial Expression Notes," among others.
He had maxed out his skills in many aspects of acting!
His acting might not be divine.
But it could absolutely outshine most celebrities.
It could be said that his acting skills were exceptionally outstanding.
Because of this, he had actually deceived Cheng Huan and Gao Lan.
Cheng Huan grew increasingly anxious, almost ready to leave with Ding Ling directly.
Gao Lan, meanwhile, sighed a breath of relief and eagerly said:
"Have you decided to gamble?"
Ding Ling was indeed talented!
If used for personal advantage, as an aid to him, Gao Lan's future career would definitely be smoother!
"I've decided!"
"Good."
Gao Lan laughed, perhaps at acquiring talent, or at Ding Ling's audacity. He pulled out a scroll from his chest and handed it to Ding Ling, saying:
"This is the Battlefield Saber Technique. I'll only give you one day. If you haven't learned it by then, you must bring both yourself and the saber manual to my Gao Family!"
"No problem!"
Ding Ling nodded solemnly.
"Refreshing!"
Gao Lan nodded, looking at Ding Ling with a pleased face:
"Take your time and study it here. I'll step out to attend to some things."
With that said.
He left.
Cheng Huan stayed in the tent, sighing in disappointment as he looked at Ding Ling.
Ding Ling didn't explain, but hurriedly opened the Battlefield Saber Technique and read carefully.
As he successively trained his Initial Tier Saber Technique and High-tier Saber Technique to full level,
in terms of understanding saber techniques, Ding Ling, in a way, surpassed many third-class generals.
He was no longer a martial arts fool.
Because of this, he came to understand the value of the Battlefield Saber Technique.
"No wonder Gao Lan is so sure I won't learn it. The difficulty of this Battlefield Saber Technique is tens or even hundreds of times harder than High-tier Saber Technique. They're not even on the same level."
It's like the difference between wood and metal and iron.
A world of difference.
"High-tier Saber Technique is said to be high-tier, but it's just a foundational external skill."
"This Battlefield Saber Technique is the true advanced martial arts. Mastering it could absolutely elevate one to a second-class general!"
The more Ding Ling read, the more his eyes gleamed.
Cheng Huan nearby noticed and was somewhat doubtful: "You understood it?"
"I'm researching it."
Ding Ling responded seriously and continued to study.
"Alas."
Cheng Huan lamented,:
"Even if you understood it, how could you learn it in just one day?"
Even Cheng Huan, who had great confidence in Ding Ling, thought so, which showed why Gao Lan was so confident and certain Ding Ling would fail.
This also demonstrated that the Battlefield Saber Technique was renowned and extraordinary!
At least in this Jizhou region, it was definitely the advanced version of martial arts.
"Although I understand a bit, with my qualifications, mastering it is indeed extremely difficult."
Ding Ling initially wanted to see if he could master it through self-study and practice.
But after half an hour of research, he still found it very challenging and strenuous.
He promptly abandoned the fruitless effort.
He had cheats! Why should he toil like others?
He would never do this silly thing again!
Ding Ling thought to himself, then glanced at the library.
Indeed.
As he focused his attention on the library, recalling the various aspects of the Battlefield Saber Technique,
In a flash.
A book coalesced in the library.
Then...
[Battlefield Saber Technique Full Level]
[Strength +1.3]
[Agility +1.5]
[Constitution +1.3]
Crack, crack!
Ding Ling's skeleton sounded as if it were fracturing, a noise resonating like crackling, as vigorous qi condensed within his body, significantly increasing his strength, agility, and constitution, causing a substantial transformation in his bones and muscles.
Ding Ling felt as though he had grown a bit taller in that moment.
He clenched his fists.
A sense of transparent power emerged spontaneously.
He felt that he could now easily defeat two of his former selves.
Not only did his strength increase by over a hundred pounds,
his speed also surged significantly, his body becoming lighter, as if he could leap several dozen meters effortlessly.
He knew this wasn't an illusion.
If he exerted all his strength now, he might actually jump that far.
"This feeling..."
It's so perfect.
So exhilarating.
Ding Ling once again felt the joy of having cheats, realizing that others' decades of hard work might not compare to his instant leap!
This is an overwhelming advantage!
"How is this possible?!"
Cheng Huan stood aghast, looking at Ding Ling incredulously:
"Your body, height, seemed to change just now? How could something like this happen suddenly?! Unless..."
He abruptly realized, his eyes widening like saucers, stuttering:
"You, you, could you be..."
"Indeed."
Without waiting for Cheng Huan to finish, Ding Ling replied with a smile:
"I have already mastered the Battlefield Saber Technique."
"...!!"
Cheng Huan's face went blank, as if stunned.
How long had it been?!
Seems like only half an hour had passed, right?!
"I don't believe it!"
Cheng Huan, after a while, squeezed out three words, then added:
"Unless you demonstrate it."
Originally, Ding Ling wanted to say it didn't matter if he believed it or not, but since Cheng Huan had been a great help to him, greatly assisting his early progress, and seeing Cheng Huan's curious, eager expression,
he nodded, picked up a long saber from the side, and began practicing the Battlefield Saber Technique.
Boom!
Once his aura expanded, a fierce battlefield aura exploded in all directions, with Cheng Huan bearing the brunt, retreating three steps back in shock.
He stopped at the tent's entrance.
He watched Ding Ling, amazed and stunned. At that moment, he began to believe Ding Ling's words because of the battlefield aura naturally evoked by the saber technique, enough to prove Ding Ling's formidable expertise in the Battlefield Saber Technique.
"Incredible. How short a time it's been!"
Clang!
With a long saber in hand,
Ding Ling wielded it ever more skillfully. Previously, he felt the long saber was slightly heavy for a weapon, but now it felt just right. Deploying the Battlefield Saber Technique, the long saber was like an extension of Ding Ling's arm, hitting wherever he aimed, sometimes transforming into a raging dragon overturning river and sea, other times into an ironclad lion charging ferociously;
and sometimes into a divine blade sweeping through thousands of troops!
An ordinary long saber, in Ding Ling's hands, unleashed power comparable to a divine weapon.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
The final slash cut through accompanied by a clanging saber sound, swoosh! The entire tent was sliced through!
"...!!"