Su Ming spoke, voice low. "Bing Xin Ying Ying. The calmer she is, the easier it is to observe movements, simulate the opponent's abilities, almost completely synchronized."
Someone frowned slightly.
"Then that is too mediocre. Who does not know the original is always constantly improving, has deep understanding of the abilities they possess. She is only imitating, fundamentally inferior."
Su Ming spoke again, tone unhurried, but eyes bright like a thin blade.
"Hmph… you only see that point. Fundamentally do not understand the strength of imitation."
"Learning is itself a form of simulation. Later, when pondering deeply, pouring in one's own effort and understanding, what is learned then becomes one's own."
"Sometimes, the imitator can even develop the potential of the original better than the owner many times."
Someone interrupted, voice contemptuous:
"Then her talent is nothing more than half-baked. How can it match a mid-grade talent?"
"You misunderstand."
Su Ming curled his lips. "What you call imitation is mere rote copying. What I speak of is learning, is becoming the enemy's shadow."
Someone shouted in dissatisfaction:
"You think you are very capable? I said already, even perfect imitation is not equal to the original. What she learns is nothing but half-baked."
"You all…"
Su Ming's voice hardened, each word like knocking into the mind. "Are misunderstanding the definition of imitation."
He took a deep breath, then slowly said:
"Look at that sword path. Do you see anything?"
All eyes immediately turned toward the battle. On the martial stage, Luo Yun Ge still advanced and retreated at ease, holding the upper hand.
In contrast, Luo Yun Han struggled, sword lights interwoven, but clearly at a disadvantage.
Yet the more one looked, the more it felt that the sword paths of the two were strangely alike.
"It is true… somewhat similar…"
Su Ming gave a faint smile, continuing:
"Then, if I say she can become him?"
The whole group fell silent, in their eyes flashed a trace of shock.
"If so… she will grasp every weakness of Luo Yun Ge. Such a talent, if carefully nurtured, in the future will surely become a lethal trump card."
Someone tried to refute:
"But that is still the future. As for now, I think Yun Ge still wins."
Su Ming crossed his arms, voice deep like water wearing down stone:
"The calmer the mind, the clearer the shadow. And cultivating the path of ice and snow, nothing is calmer."
The atmosphere quieted. Then someone changed the topic:
"Then say, among the three Luo Tian Qiu, Luo Yun Ge and Yun Han, whose talent is stronger?"
Someone analyzed:
"Yun Ge's talent is Ming Jiao Zi Qiu, specializing in assisting artifacts and spells with enhancement. The stronger the one he blesses, the less the consumption."
"As for Yun Han's talent, the potential is very great. But whether it can be brought out is still unknown. I think… fifty-fifty."
Another objected:
"You underestimate her too much!"
"No, I am only speaking about the future of imitation technique."
Another voice interjected:
"If comparing grade, Yun Ge and Yun Han, one high-grade, one mid-grade."
"As for Luo Tian Qiu… at most only low-grade. If not for his insistence, plus the elders also confirming, who would believe it is high-grade?"
"Right. If not for the strange color in his eyes when using his talent, I would think he fabricated it to seize resources."
"I only hope he does not improve too quickly. Otherwise, all my efforts for so long will be in vain."
Meanwhile, on the arena, Luo Yun Han's sword rhythm gradually slowed.
She took a deep breath of cold air, closed her eyes tightly, focused on the surrounding pulses. After that, she suddenly accelerated and rushed behind Yun Ge, swinging her sword horizontally.
Sword qi surged, frost spread over the blade, condensing into snowflakes falling lightly.
The blade swept across Luo Yun Ge, frost immediately clinging to his body, speed clearly slowing.
He gave a cold smile:
"This is the little trick you learned?"
"Yun Shuang sword technique!"
His body paused, but Luo Yun Han did not miss the opportunity. She consecutively unleashed several rapid slashes.
White cold sword light, power rising, pressing Yun Ge into defense.
Outwardly he seemed very struggling, but inside calm as if nothing. Yun Han's eyes suddenly flashed with resolute light, she shouted softly:
"Admit defeat, my brother!"
Just when she thought she had won, the corner of Yun Ge's mouth revealed a strange smile. In an instant, he disappeared, only leaving afterimage and the sound of tearing wind.
Space paused.
A foot touched beside, each movement of this person extremely strange. In the air, wind was torn apart with each movement sound, forming waves of terrifying sound, shaking the brain.
Yun Han's mind continuously buzzed. Eardrums seemed pierced by needles, blood flowing out in torrents. She staggered as if about to fall, holding her nearly deaf ears.
"You lost… my little sister."
A cold voice sounded close to her ear. Yun Ge suddenly appeared beside, Xiao Yun bamboo swung horizontally, sound waves surging into the body, shattering everything from inside.
Immediately after, Yun Han was pushed back by sound technique, violently crashing into a tree trunk. Mouth spurted a mouthful of blood carrying cold breath.
One moment, one wind frost and one bamboo strike. Yun Ge immediately defeated the opponent in one move.