He suddenly clenched his fist, swung it through the air, then turned excitedly and expectantly to Su Qi, shouting in a loud voice:
"Second Uncle! Five Hundred Transformations into One, I've achieved it! Can you teach me something new now?"
Su Qi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a sigh.
This lad's understanding of martial arts and Qi and Blood is truly demonic.
Seeing him shake his head, Su Lin's heart tightened:
"Second Uncle, is this not enough? Is the blade mark I left not refined enough? Then I'll practice for a few more days."
He carefully examined the only white mark on the wooden stake. Indeed, upon closer inspection, the edges were still a few millimeters rough and not a perfect line.
"Practicing for another four or five days should make it better." Su Lin was full of confidence.
After reaching this realm, progress was difficult, but the continuous improvement over the days had given him plenty of motivation.
