Change of Two and half years

Two and half years have passed since Musk was brought to the Camp by his father.

Li Clan, Physical Primals Military Camp.

A figure of Musk could be seen, in the training grounds swinging a three meter bamboo pole. Every time he swung it forward it gave off an illusion it had moved six times.

"I have to work harder, even though the speed of practicing stick basics is okay, it should be even faster." He had already grasped four saber moves, in the stick fashion. Clearly he studied them and practiced them with a stick, in a way that suited him.

At the moment he was practicing one that pursued speed. "I need to reach nine swings at a time and would have attained great accomplishment."

He was indeed focused, and his body didn't become as massive as one might expect. He was just at the foundation stage. Right! He was at the foundation stage and he had already comprehended about 63 Visualization Catalogues.