Zhao Changhe repeatedly analyzed Tang Wanzhuang’s sword finger, contemplating in silence.0

From this perspective, the significance of the gold foil’s replay was rather limited. It could replay the techniques and moves, but it did not reveal how the martial arts techniques were executed, much less how someone like Tang Wanzhuang made use of light.0

However, this did not mean that this recording was worthless. At the very least, her way of using the finger as a sword, the angles, and the coordinated movement of her entire body were all worthy of thorough study.0

Her path of utmost softness, the essence of spring water...0

Zhao Changhe watched the replay over and over, instinctively trying to execute the technique himself. He felt that he might be able to learn something from it, but he struggled to grasp anything immediately.0

After all, this was a technique that was the opposite of his usual approach.0

However, if he could truly understand even a fraction of the essence of her technique, he might be able to stimulate a significant breakthrough in his own saber skills.0

After watching the replay for three to four hours, Zhao Changhe had nearly even memorized the fingerprints on Tang Wanzhuang’s jade-like finger. Suddenly, he was shocked. He realized...0