Sword Intent

Wang Jun, having activated the Amulet of Insight, felt a surge of joy as he returned his attention to the sword manual. To his amazement, the once-obscure sword techniques and intricate styles now appeared crystal clear to him. It was as if the text on the sword manual came to life, transforming into streams of light that merged seamlessly into his sea of knowledge. There, they organized themselves and began evolving on their own.

With a swift motion, he turned the first page of the sword manual, then proceeded to the second, third, fourth, and fifth pages. He went through the manual with remarkable speed, leaving the onlookers from various martial factions astonished.

Mastery of the sword required not just memorisation of the forms but also a deep understanding of the techniques involved. Wang Jun's ability to flip through the manual at such a rapid pace left them baffled. It seemed impossible that he could not only memorise the intricate sword movements but also comprehend the underlying tactics.

Had he given up because of the complexity of the manual? This was the question on their minds.

Then, in a swift motion, Wang Jun completed the evolution of the first form of the Nine-style Stacked Wave Sword.

"Lu Yan,Bring me the sword."

With a resounding "clang," the sword was drawn from its sheath and handed to him. Wang Jun swiftly accepted it from Lu Yan and began to move his wrists with a graceful fluidity.

With a swift motion, the three-foot sword sliced through the air, creating a visible wave of undulating air. The waving air currents during the sword's movement indicated that he had indeed comprehended the first form of the Nine-style Stacked Wave Sword.

The martial artists in attendance were left in disbelief. They had expected to witness a spectacle and perhaps even make fun of Wang Jun's attempts, but their expressions froze as they watched the visible air currents being manipulated by his sword.

Elder Cangshan from the Azure Mountain faction examined the scene carefully. He was not concerned about the visible air currents but rather the astonishing speed at which Wang Jun had progressed from observing the sword to mastering the first form.

It had taken him just one minute in Earth time. For many people, that was hardly enough time to even use the restroom, let alone achieve such a feat in martial arts.

"It's impossible!" Elder Cangshan from the Azure Mountain faction muttered to himself, secretly denying the reality before him. As a peak martial artist, he knew that practicing even a low-quality martial art technique wouldn't lead to progress at such an incredible pace, unless...

"Brush!"

Wang Jun's arms gracefully turning, and he wielded the sword once more.

"shuaa!"

A second wave of airflow emerged, seamlessly connecting with the first. This was the second form of the Nine-style Stacked Wave Sword, and the crowd could hardly believe their eyes.

The warriors from each faction were left utterly dumbfounded. This couldn't be real, right? How could the leader of the Solid Strike faction, responsible for training those with the lowest potential, master the second form of the Nine-style Stacked Wave Sword within mere moments?

The astonishment on the face of the Li family's leader was undeniable. He distinctly remembered spending five days in deep contemplation to comprehend the second form of the sword technique. How had this guy achieved it so quickly? Had he been pretending not to have practiced it before?

Even Elder Cangshan from the Azure Mountain faction couldn't make sense of it. To any ordinary warrior, the idea of grasping the first two forms of the Nine-style Stacked Wave Sword in such a short span of time was ludicrous.

However, thanks to the Amulet of Insight, Wang Jun had indeed accomplished this astonishing feat.

With another graceful wave of his sword, he summoned the third wave of air, which materialized in just one minute and ten seconds. This was the third form of the Nine-style Stacked Wave Sword.

The martial artists in the field could hardly believe their eyes. Wang Jun had not only comprehended but was also skillfully using the third form of the sword technique. His rapid progress left them in awe.

Li Qingyang's eyes gleamed with admiration as she thought, "The leader's enlightenment speed is more than ten times faster than mine. It seems I made the right choice."

Lu Yan, too, considered the situation, noting, "To understand so quickly, the leader's spiritual potential must be higher than the second master's."

Without pause, Wang Jun immersed himself in the swordplay technique. Waves of sword strikes followed one after another, each wave stacking upon the previous, creating a relentless and powerful onslaught akin to endless waves crashing against the shore.

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

Wang Jun continued to wield the sword. The waves of energy formed and began to overlap, gradually increasing in power. It was as if an unending cascade of waves surged forth from his sword.

One wave after another, they layered upon each other, embodying the essence of the Nine-style Stacked Wave Sword technique.

"Brush!"

"Brush!"

Wang Jun laughed as his swordplay reaching its peak. Seven overlapping waves of energy had now gathered in the Yanwu field, creating a mesmerising spectacle of swordsmanship.

Wang Jun laughed as he swiftly progressed to the seventh form, accomplishing it in just 1 minute and 30 seconds. This rapid mastery left everyone in awe.

However, the owner of the Li family couldn't hide his disdain. He scoffed, "It's quite shameless to claim you've never practiced the Nine-style Folding Wave Sword while performing the first seven styles so quickly."

He was convinced that Wang Jun had enlightened himself previously, regardless of how swiftly he demonstrated the techniques.

Other martial artists chimed in, expressing their skepticism. 

"I knew it!"

"A leader of the ninth rank couldn't possibly grasp the first seven styles so quickly; he must have practiced them beforehand!"

"We almost fell for it!"

"His acting is impressive!"

While Jun demonstrated the eighth form, the martial artists were focused on his facial expressions and movements. The Solid Strike School may be a ninth-rate faction, but they had to admit that his acting was top-notch.

Elder Cangshan sent a subtle message: "No matter how good the acting is, it will be exposed if he can't demonstrate the ninth style."

Everyone agreed with this sentiment. 

Sure, you can put on a show, but in this grand martial arts arena, your performance will be judged on whether or not you can execute the ninth style. Without that, all the previous acts would be mere "stomping."

The Li family's leader sneered inwardly, convinced that Wang Jun's act was about to crumble.

With the completion of the eighth style, Wang Jun sheathed his sword, and entered a contemplative state, as if he were searching for the final style.

"Can't go on?" The onlookers chuckled.

However, Wang Jun completely absorbed in his inner world. As he touched the sword, he entered a profound state of concentration, detached from the surrounding sounds and distractions.

Wang Jun laughed as his body exuding a sharp aura as if he were breathless. This sudden transformation caught the attention of everyone present, including Elder Cangshan and Li Qingyang.

Elder Cangshan was astonished, while the smile on Li's face froze. Li Qingyang's expression grew serious as he muttered, "Sword Intent!"

The martial artists from various factions couldn't believe their ears. Sword Intent? That was the Sword Realm, also known as the Realm of Sword Intent. It was a level of swordsmanship similar to an epiphany. If a warrior triggered and entered the Sword Realm, it could lead to tremendous benefits in their martial journey.

"Oh my God!"

"What kind of incredible luck did this guy have to enter the Sword Realm!"

"Throughout history, how many martial artists have had such an opportunity in their entire lives!"

The astonishment and envy in the voices of the onlookers grew louder as they realized the significance of this moment.

Elder Shen from the Azure Mountain faction quickly hushed the crowd, reminding them not to disturb Wang Jun during this crucial moment. The entire Yanwu Stadium fell silent as the warriors from various schools watched in envy.

Elder Cangshan's smile toward Wang Jun had a purpose – he didn't want Li Qingyang to go astray or waste his exceptional spiritual potential. He recognized the rare opportunity that had presented itself.

Due to the timely intervention of the Azure Mountain faction's elders, the onlookers held their tongues, but their eyes were filled with a mixture of envy and resentment. Such a chance was incredibly rare.

There's no fairness in life – some people seem to encounter incredible luck!

Wang Jun still in a state of deep concentration, his eyes gleaming with sharpness. With a swift movement, he waved his right arm, and his sword danced gracefully in the air.

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

He smoothly demonstrated the first eight styles one after the other, and then, with a light leap, he soared into the sky, lifting his sword high.

"Whoo!"

Eight rippling waves in the air swiftly converged, transforming into white sword-mansions that blasted toward a massive boulder outside the Yanwu field.

A deafening explosion echoed as the stone, weighing thousands of pounds, shattered into pieces.

The martial artists from various factions watched in shock, unable to believe their eyes. This was a display of extraordinary swordsmanship, and Wang Jun had revealed a level of skill that defied belief.