Only My Way

Three months later.

Nighttime.

About three hundred meters from the residence, inside a bamboo forest.

Due to the proximity to the gang's central lake, the surrounding humidity was high.

Therefore, the dense white mist still permeated the dense bamboo forest, greatly reducing visibility.

Among the sturdy bamboo trees, each easily thirty to forty meters tall, Ling Wuyuan's figure moved methodically within a certain area.

Although each movement was small, generally only two or three meters, the actions appeared strange, including awkward postures that didn't quite align with human anatomy and habits.

For instance, sometimes his body's angle would form an acute angle of twenty or thirty degrees with the ground.

It was as if he was dodging something or deducing something.

At the same time.

The long sword in his hand was continuously swung as his footsteps shifted.

There were no specific sword techniques or moves.

It was simply a chaotic dance around his body.

The only characteristic was its speed.

So fast that it seemed as if he was surrounded by a layer of sword shadows…

When the pale moonlight shone on the blade of the long sword in his hand.

The soft moonlight often reflected cold, sharp glints on the smooth blade, randomly illuminating some of the scenery hidden in the surrounding dark mist…

Watching Ling Wuyuan's unrestrained sword dance from a distance of nearly thirty meters.

A newcomer from his cohort, after carefully observing for a while, held up a lantern for illumination and said with some confusion:

"What is he doing?"

"Is he practicing basic swordsmanship?"

"How can it be so chaotic and disorganized?"

Although Ling Wuyuan's sword speed was indeed fast, his visual perception could barely keep up.

He probably couldn't beat Ling Wuyuan in a real fight.

But he was genuinely puzzled as to why Ling Wuyuan's swordsmanship was so chaotic.

There was absolutely no discernible pattern.

Even after standing and watching him for several minutes, he couldn't understand any of the sword's mysteries, at most just thinking the other party's sword dance was fast.

The person beside him.

Another newcomer from the same cohort, after observing carefully for a while, also shook his head slightly:

"I don't understand either."

"Whether it's the footwork Ling Wuyuan is using, or the swordsmanship he's using, I can't quite understand…"

"I can't glean any useful information from it…"

Although Ling Wuyuan's sword light looked quite fierce, it was ultimately somewhat chaotic and disordered, giving the impression of being purely fast, without much worth noting.

Refined?

Far from it.

As for his footwork, it was even more perplexing.

While not refined, it wasn't even aesthetically pleasing.

After continuing to observe carefully for a while.

The person, watching Ling Wuyuan as if he was constantly dodging something, could only guess with some uncertainty:

"I heard that some guys, when practicing martial arts, will simulate opponents in their minds to fight against, perhaps he is doing that?"

Hearing this.

After pondering for a moment.

His companion felt there was some truth to this.

And nodded in agreement: "…Indeed, there is that possibility."

Then quickly, somewhat puzzled, he turned and asked in confusion:

"However, what's the point of that?"

"The opponents imagined are, after all, just fantasies, belonging to unreal things."

"They can't compare to real opponents at all!"

"Wouldn't it be better for him to just find someone to practice with?"

Regarding this statement.

After nodding in agreement, the other person quickly thought of something and then laughed.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You know that guy's personality, he's always cold and aloof, and never interacts much with others."

"Even during collective training at the training grounds during the day, he's undoubtedly a loner."

"Where do you think he'd get friends to practice with?"

Hearing this.

After being stunned for a moment, the speaker also laughed along.

"Hahaha…"

"That makes sense!"

"That makes sense!"

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"It suddenly makes me feel enlightened!!"

Recalling Ling Wuyuan's attitude towards everyone else.

Not provoking, but not befriending, an attitude that could be described as keeping people at a distance.

He couldn't find any words or reasons to refute the other person.

He only had one thought in his mind.

"Reasonable!"

"It's so damn reasonable!!"

However.

After laughing for a while.

He still stopped his laughter and grumbled with some complaint:

"Let's leave quickly."

"There are really a lot of poisonous mosquitoes in this bamboo forest, I've been bitten at least twenty times all over my body, it's really itchy…"

"Next time I come to practice martial arts, I must remember to bring mosquito repellent…"

"You're right, this damn place is full of mosquitoes this time of year, no wonder no one wants to come here to play, it's simply feeding yourself to the mosquitoes…"

Soon after.

They left slowly, carrying the lantern.

Chatting idly as they walked.

And the center of their chat was Ling Wuyuan.

They were naturally somewhat envious, jealous, and hateful of this person who took first place in cultural studies.

And consistently maintained the top five, or even top three, in cultivation classes, never having been whipped, especially since Ling Wuyuan didn't associate with others at all.

They all felt that Ling Wuyuan was too arrogant.

"…That guy's talent is indeed very good, but he doesn't know how to deal with people, he doesn't understand the ways of the world, he only buries himself in his own work, he will definitely run into trouble in other areas in the future, and suffer a lot…"

"Yes, yes, yes… I also think so, that guy…"

Ling Wuyuan didn't care about the two's words and thoughts.

Even if he heard their conversation, he didn't feel much.

As for mosquitoes?

There were indeed many.

Like the two before, in his eyes, they were just one of many mosquitoes…

At this moment, Ling Wuyuan was still calmly wielding the sharp sword in his hand.

However, compared to before, his sword speed and pace of movement were undoubtedly much faster.

The speed of the sword light.

Directly left behind a series of afterimages around him!

It was as if it was some kind of airtight light shield!

And his pace was the same, a movement speed of about fifty meters per second, which was simply like a demon in the eyes of ordinary people, making it impossible to see what happened clearly…

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