Yu Fei calmed his mind and, using his Super Speed Reaction, silently recalled the details from his spiritual space.
The sword he had conjured in his mind was designed after a famous sword from an anime in his past life. But in the clash just now, it had shattered on contact, like a sand sculpture!
Yu Fei discovered a fatal problem.
He didn't know what a sword was supposed to be like.
That's right. Other than the Cyan Lotus Sword in his hand, he had never truly owned a sword—a sword that glinted with a cold light, one that was incomparably sharp!
The Cyan Lotus Sword was three feet long and made of gold and wood, its edge fully exposed. He had performed a blood sacrifice to it and now controlled it with a sword seal, allowing it to come and go as he pleased.
'If I have to visualize a sword, what sword could possibly compare to the Cyan Lotus Sword in my own hand?'
