Marin Fando. Navy headquarters. In the big square.
Zene held the Autumn Leaf Blade in his hand and walked to the cultivation point he had chosen.
Due to the swordsmanship duel between the flying squirrel and Zeon, the ground was severely damaged. Fortunately, the logistics department of the navy headquarters moved very quickly. After being hospitalized for a few days, the ground was quickly repaired.
Although there were still some cracks that hadn't been repaired, it didn't hinder Zene's cultivation.
After the swordsmanship duel, this place naturally became Zenn's " territory." Moreover, Zenn clearly felt that his reputation had really risen this time.
Everywhere he went, he was greeted with gazes filled with admiration and respect. Most of them were soldiers at the bottom of the ranks. They yearned for such a young leader, as if he was a goal that everyone could chase after.
The navy had always had a tradition of setting a benchmark. The first generation was Karp and Zefa of the Warring States Period, and the second generation was naturally the three legendary generals. However, the third generation was a little awkward.
Due to the taboo of the higher-ups against the peach rabbit, and the fact that Zene's previous " battle record " seemed to be unable to suppress the others, the leader of the third generation had always been vacant. At least on the surface, there was no one in the third generation who could stand up and carry the flag.
However, things were different now. After this swordsmanship duel and the label of being the most talented in the navy, Zayen became the leader of the third-generation navy. At least on the surface, everyone thought so.
"Whoosh!"
This feeling of being the center of attention wherever he went gave Zayen some pressure. It was both pressure and motivation.
After all, once everyone was paying attention to you, your every move would become particularly sensitive. If there was a slight deviation, it might be overwhelming criticism or doubts.
What Zeon wanted to do was to always stay ahead until he left his generation, or even the entire navy, far behind.
As usual, the Autumn Leaf Blade was unsheathed, and the wailing of autumn filled the air. Everyone in the square looked at Zen intentionally or unintentionally.
Worship, awe, doubt, curiosity, and indifference.
Zene was unmoved. He was fully immersed in his cultivation. After lying in bed for a while, he reflected on some of the things that he did not do well before and tried his best to correct them.
Compared to the other three classes, the Asura Sword Technique's greatest advantage was its control, or rather, its ability to control a large area. Its disadvantage was that it lacked the ultimate single burst.
All the moves of the Asura Sword Technique were very powerful, but none of them could be said to be heaven-defying.
With the advantages and disadvantages laid out, Zene chose to maximize the advantages of the Asura Sword Technique.
With his current status, he was still a little far from coming into contact with experts on the level of the Four Sovereigns or large factions of the same level. Therefore, he did not need to be extremely focused at the moment. As long as he strengthened all his skills, mastered them, and used them flexibly, he would be able to deal with most of the current situations.
The Autumn Leaf Blade was cold, and it was still the familiar killing intent wave with a wave imprint. The wave sword moved, and the Ghost Seal Bead and Evil Light Slash took turns to interweave. The Peerless Wave and Wave Burst took advantage of the opportunity to show a set of Asura Sword Technique.
As this series of moves was executed, the originally calm sea surface of the port became unstable. Waves rolled and rose, and invisible waves of sword qi spread. The entire square trembled under the repeated bombardment of Asura Sword Technique.
Some of the people who had witnessed the swordsmanship duel that day couldn't help but marvel. The strength of this sword aura seemed to be a little stronger than last time.
On a high spot in the square, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel was holding his saber tightly as he observed Zenn's cultivation with interest.
"Where did this kid learn his swordsmanship from? Why haven't I seen it before?"
Flying Squirrel was secretly curious. This sword technique was the strangest sword technique he had ever seen. It was traceless, had strong attack power, and a wide range. Moreover, its defense and perception were top-notch.
It could be said that this sword technique had no flaws. Most importantly, when faced with this sword technique, it was very easy for one to unknowingly be affected by the inexplicable fluctuations in one's body, as well as the strange sadness of the saber.
The Flying Squirrel knew that if this sword technique was used to its fullest, it would be a great killing weapon on the battlefield.
Even if it was a one-on-one confrontation, it was still an existence with an extremely strong suppressive force. Even he had suffered a huge loss in front of this sword technique.
"Oh, I hope you can grow up as soon as possible."
Flying Squirrel sighed, his eyes filled with anticipation and longing.
Flying squirrels were not the only ones who came to observe. There were also some other higher-ups.
For example, Lieutenant General Douberman, who was observing from afar through his office window, or Vice Admiral Burning Mountain, who was observing from the high platform, or Peach Rabbit, who was silently standing at the port and quietly watching Zeen's every move.
"You sent that letter to him, right?”
Douberman sat in front of his desk and looked around as he asked.
"Yes, Lieutenant General Douberman. When Colonel Zen was discharged, I handed it over to him."
A general replied respectfully.
"What about the Zhan Guo Marshal?"
Douberman asked without moving his eyes.
"I've also given it to Marshal Zhan Guo. According to the marshal, he needs to consider."
"Alright, you can leave first."
"Yes, Lieutenant General Douberman!"
The sun was setting in the west, and before he knew it, it was dusk. Zene had been training for an entire day.
He adjusted his breathing and put the Autumn Leaf Sword back into its scabbard. Then, he took off his coat and went back half-naked.
The lonely afterglow shone on his sweaty muscles and matched with Zayen's handsome face. Along the way, many girls stared at him with their eyes fixed on him. Their faces were red and their gazes were infatuated.
"Time to get down to business."
Zene squinted his eyes and looked at the sunset as it gradually disappeared.
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