infodatos Chapter 11 The Secret of the Spirit Wind Sword Technique
Chapter 11 The Secret of the Spirit Wind Sword Technique
While the pack of tiger mastiffs were still standing still and confronting him, Chen Yuan did not hesitate. He suddenly exerted force with his feet and rushed straight towards one of the larger tiger mastiffs—one of the three leaders of this group of monsters.
Roar!
Caught off guard, the tiger mastiff was struck in the front paw by Chen Yuan's sword, blood gushing out. It immediately let out a painful roar. Hearing the command, the other tiger mastiffs roared and rushed towards Chen Yuan one after another.
With the enemy outnumbering them, Chen Yuan, given his current strength, dared not allow himself to be truly surrounded.
He slipped on his foot and dodged to the side at an incredible angle, easily avoiding the pounce of a tiger-mastiff. At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, the sword flashed like lightning and instantly pierced its throat.
At this moment, the other tiger mastiffs also pounced. Chen Yuan turned around and swept his long sword backward, drawing a long arc like a crescent moon, bringing up a spray of blood. Several tiger mastiffs that had pounced fell to the ground with miserable howls.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chen Yuan gripped his longsword tightly, his figure moving like a ghost through the beast horde, each strike precise and deadly.
Within seconds, five or six Tibetan Mastiffs had fallen to his sword.
At this moment, seeing their companions fall one after another, the three leader dogs could no longer contain themselves and roared as they joined the battle. With their leaders in command, the pack of mastiffs instantly changed formation, and their attack became orderly, like a well-trained army.
Especially the three tiger-dog leaders, who were larger and stronger, each pounce carried astonishing power, forcing Chen Yuan to expend more strength to defend himself. When the sword clashed with the claws, the impact made his tiger's mouth ache.
As a result, Chen Yuan felt a sudden increase in pressure, and even caught off guard, his body was scratched several times by the tiger mastiff's sharp claws. Fortunately, his 7th series combat suit was tough enough to withstand these attacks and prevent Chen Yuan from being injured.
But Chen Yuan knew that combat uniforms were not a panacea, and if those unprotected parts were injured, his situation would deteriorate rapidly.
Faced with the crisis, Chen Yuan became even calmer. He held his breath and focused intently on the movements of every tiger and mastiff around him, his movements as agile as a fish as he weaved and dodged through the pack of beasts.
Gradually, Chen Yuan's perception of his surroundings became more acute. Whenever a tiger or mastiff pounced on him, he could sense it in advance and nimbly dodge it as if he had foreseen it.
His movements became increasingly fluid, his swordsmanship and footwork perfectly combined, gradually revealing a state of effortless mastery.
At this moment, on the panel that Chen Yuan had no time to pay attention to, the proficiency level in the movement technique section was increasing at an astonishing rate.
Soon, the number of tiger mastiffs killed or wounded exceeded half, and the successive falls of their companions awakened the survivors' survival instincts. Their attacks gradually weakened, and fear began to appear in their eyes.
Especially the three leaders, who were no longer as fierce as before, but instead seemed hesitant.
In the eyes of these three leaders, the human in front of them was like a monster. No matter how they attacked him, he was impossible to kill. Moreover, his body was becoming more and more agile, and he was taking fewer and fewer attacks.
On the contrary, every time he drew his sword, it was precise and fierce, and he could always take the life of a tiger mastiff.
If this continues, their underlings will be wiped out by this human sooner or later.
Finally, the three leaders growled at each other a few times, as if they had reached some kind of consensus. With three loud and stern roars, the remaining tiger mastiffs tucked their tails between their legs and turned to flee in panic.
"Trying to escape?" The crisis was over, but Chen Yuan didn't give up and chased after him without hesitation. He vaguely felt that he had grasped something, but the feeling was too vague, like looking at flowers through fog.
If he were to open the panel at this moment, he would find that the proficiency of the Spirit Wind Sword Technique was stuck at 99.99%, just a glimmer of inspiration away from a breakthrough.
Chen Yuan instinctively wanted to seize this glimmer of inspiration, so he refused to end the battle easily. He chased closely behind the pack of tigers and mastiffs, his sword flashing like lightning, killing indiscriminately, trying to force the monsters to turn back and continue fighting with him.
Finally, Chen Yuan's actions completely enraged the remaining tiger mastiffs. As the three leaders roared in fury, the surviving dogs turned around, their eyes flashing with madness, and rushed towards Chen Yuan like a tidal wave.
Seeing this, Chen Yuan's lips curled up slightly, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes. He gripped his longsword tighter and muttered to himself, "That's more like it. Let's fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yuan moved swiftly, deliberately entering the encirclement of the tiger mastiffs. He needed greater pressure, to put himself in a do-or-die situation.
Although the number of surviving tiger mastiffs has greatly decreased, the three leaders are still alive. In particular, Chen Yuan's actions have driven them to the brink of despair, so their counterattack is even more ferocious. Each one is fearless and their attacks are increasingly fierce.
Therefore, Chen Yuan was under even greater pressure than before, but he remained calm and focused, fully activating his senses and doing his best to dodge every attack from the tigers and mastiffs.
Finally, under this immense pressure, Chen Yuan grasped that glimmer of inspiration. His movements suddenly became incredibly fluid, as if they had naturally merged into one, and his figure flashed with an indescribable rhythm.
"Wind!" Chen Yuan felt the omnipresent breeze around him, and a look of realization appeared on his face. "So, the secret of the Spirit Wind Sword Technique really is related to the wind."
This perception of the power of the wind can also be called—artistic conception.
On Earth, martial arts skills are divided into four levels: basic, subtle, perfect, and artistic conception.
Basic level: Master the moves and make them instinctive.
Microscopic level: Precisely control distance, dodge or attack with the slightest movement.
Perfect Level: Mastering the environment and making the surroundings my domain.
At the level of artistic conception: comprehending artistic conception and understanding the application of power from the natural world.
Chen Yuan originally practiced the Spirit Wind Sword Technique, but he only turned the moves into instincts, which was just a basic skill. But now he has comprehended the power of wind and mastered the moves related to the intent ahead of time. It can be said that he has reached the sky in one step!
"So this is the secret of the Spirit Wind Sword Technique—to grasp the essence of wind in advance?" Feeling the omnipresent wind around him, Chen Yuan felt he could utilize this power. "Then let's give it a try."
In the blink of an eye, he moved as lightly as the wind, instantly breaking free from the encirclement of the tiger mastiffs.
"My movement speed has increased by about 50%." Chen Yuan thought to himself, his footwork flowing like clouds and water, so fast that his trajectory was almost invisible.
With a flash of sword light, silently, the throat of a Tibetan Mastiff was slit open. Before the blood could even splatter, Chen Yuan had already sheathed his sword.
"The speed of my sword strikes has increased by about 70%." He assessed to himself, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
This enhancement was terrifying, causing Chen Yuan, who had just been cornered by the tiger mastiffs, to now indiscriminately slaughter these beasts. Wherever the sword light touched, a tiger mastiff would fall.
This terrified the remaining hounds, their madness vanished, and they turned and fled, no longer obeying their leader's commands.
However, the three leaders did not flee. As mid-level monsters, they possessed a certain level of intelligence and instinctively realized that escape would mean certain death. Only by fighting desperately could they have a sliver of hope.
So the three leaders ignored their fleeing subordinates and, with madness in their eyes, rushed toward Chen Yuan at the same time.
However, facing the desperate attack of the three leaders, Chen Yuan chuckled and said, "Too slow."
As he spoke, his figure flickered, drifting like willow catkins in the wind, lightly passing by the three leaders, his sword flashing like lightning.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Three muffled thuds followed in succession, and the three leader dogs of the tiger mastiffs collapsed to the ground with a bloody hole in their foreheads, from which blood gushed out and stained the ground red.
Chen Yuan landed lightly, held the Flowing Light Battle Sword horizontally in front of him to examine it, and found that there was not a trace of blood on the blade, which was still as clean as new.
He looked at the results of his battle with satisfaction and muttered to himself, "Indeed, the essence of the wind is the true spirit of the Wind Sword Technique."
Upon opening the panel, the following is displayed:
Spirit Wind Sword Technique: Combat-type secret technique, rated A, current progress: Proficiency 5.98% (Sword Technique Proficiency 7.47%, Movement Technique Proficiency 7.35%, Guiding Technique Proficiency 3.13%)