If reaching peak performance in a martial art means having understood it to its extreme, then returning to the essence is a step further on this foundation.
Summarizing and absorbing everything understood, then evolving and improving it, finally integrating it completely into oneself, achieving a realm where the skill is akin to the essence of the way.
Right now, Zhao Ya has vaguely touched upon this mysterious feeling.
The saber in his hand gently swings, each movement seemingly effortless, as if without exertion.
But when the saber gleamed past, the rising saber wind was like a tidal wave, relentlessly surging towards any creature daring to enter the attack range.
With a soft sound, a giant tiger attempting a sneak attack from behind just leapt up when its head, like a broken grain spike, gently fell off.
Only upon landing did the blood spray from the chest of the giant tiger.
