"Sword sweep... a rain of Dharma to bless all!"
The final dot of the character for "sword" was carved three-tenths of an inch into the stone, and a faint, cold air seemed to leak from it. Staring at it, one could almost hear the humming vibration of a sword.
Zhao Rui was horrified.
He hurriedly rubbed his eyes. When he looked up again, the Sword Qi was still there. His pupils widened, and his face filled with terror.
'Is this Sword Intent?'
He quickly looked at the people beside him, only to see that some were astonished, some were calm, some ignored it, and some were indifferent.
It seemed their reactions were not all the same.
Just then, a system notification sound suddenly rang out in Zhao Rui's mind.
"Sword Intent detected. Extracting replicable Martial Arts..."
"Replication failed. Insufficient samples. Insufficient information integrity."
