Chai Anping's manor itself has a small training ground. This is a very common place among the martial Demacia nobles. If someone's home does not have a training ground, they will be laughed at.
Chai Anping took a good bath and changed into clothes suitable for activities.
He asked his slave to move some wooden dummies for training from the warehouse. He put the black flame aside and replaced it with an ordinary long knife, preparing to test the two knives in reality.
——Maybe the name will be inspired naturally.
Chai Anping dispersed the nearby servants and stood still in the center of the training ground.
First, he imitated the appearance of a young swordswoman and slowly performed common sword skills to prepare his body.
Opposite him stood three dummies. If they put on a cuckold, they would look like training dummies in the game.
"Don't use form and meaning, don't use magic power, just try it with sword skills..."
Chai Anping targeted the dummy on the far left, holding the knife on his chest and extending his left hand against the back of the knife.
In his mind, he repeatedly circulated the artistic conception when the sharp blade waltzed out, and only picked the two swords that suited him best. Chai Anping tightened his grip on the knife handle. It was extremely difficult to break through the limitations of space, especially in the real world.
He tried hard to recall the feeling of being immersed in enlightenment. The muscles in his arms couldn't help but tremble. In the face of this extreme intention to break through the limits, ordinary iron swords began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Buzz..."
The frequency of this trembling was completely consistent with the artistic conception felt by Chai Anping.
Man and knife unite!
His entire figure disappeared suddenly, and the air-breaking movement reached its peak under this extreme intention, just like the sharp-edged waltz that Fiona resorted to after desperate measures.
"laugh……"
The iron sword sank into the neck of the dummy without any hindrance, and then the whole head of the dummy flew up.
The wooden man's head was broken, but Chai Anping appeared on the spot in the blink of an eye, frowning - failure!
Following everything he understood in the illusion, he tried to recreate the two knives that deceived the space but failed!
He immediately realized that the space he was in, the blade he was holding, and even himself were affecting the perfection of this skill.
Countless influencing factors prevent me from reaching the ultimate level of the sword skills I learned from the illusion.
Reality is no better than fantasy. If all conditions in fantasy are perfect, then in reality even the air becomes a blocker for swordsmanship. The two cannot be compared at all.
In the past, I could master any memory quickly because the skill itself had not reached the ceiling level.
so--
The two swords he had just slashed out not only failed to deceive the space, they did not even deceive himself. Not only did the two knives have obvious trajectories, but their power was also unsatisfactory.
"This is no different from my slashing with Xingyi..."
He was silent, wanting to realize such a skill in reality was indeed more difficult than he imagined.
After he has comprehended so many forms and meanings, the fact that his skills still cannot reach such a high level indicates the difficulty of this road. On the road to reaching the "extreme", even the omen of theft cannot give him enough help.
——Maybe he needs to rely on his own efforts.
The template was already placed in front of him.
Chai Anping knew very well that what he needed was to understand the difference between reality and illusion. As long as he eliminated the differences between the two in his sword skills, he would undoubtedly be able to use these two swords.
But the problem is that he is also confused about space. He cannot distinguish the difference between reality and illusion at all. If we talk about the weight of the knife and the resistance of the air, he can list a bunch of differences in minutes, but
He is also powerless against the existence that cannot be sensed.
"Are these two knives born out of the Blade Waltz going to disappear like this?"
A stubbornness arose in his heart, and he knew very well that as long as he understood the difference between reality and reality, he would be able to use this sword technique immediately.
"So...the control variable method is always a godsend!"
As long as you modify the areas you are unfamiliar with little by little, you will definitely be able to move towards the most accurate standard, even if you have no understanding of space.
In particular, he has a keen sense of incongruity.
So he began to experiment one by one with knife techniques that fit the real space. After many variables had already been determined, all he needed was to constantly change other uncertain variables, and finally find the most suitable data among the data he needed.
One knife!
Another knife!
He slashed into the air. As long as he knew the most suitable ratio, as long as he found the secret of the two swords, the secret of deceiving the space would be no more difficult for him.
Until the moon rises, Chai Anping is still testing the differences in the training ground.
He knew that he was just a little bit away from those two swords.
You only need to grab a hint of inspiration yourself, and you can accurately and accurately test the variables that need to be paid attention to in the real world.
——The only thing that can shorten this process is inspiration!
When the inspiration flashes, he can move closer to that accurate data.
The burst of inspiration comes from muscle memory, and also from the brain's summary of excessive experience. For half a day, Chai Anping kept trying to perform the double slash in the illusion.
fail!
fail!
Failed again!
After Lux learned about Chai Anping's return from the servants, she silently came to the outskirts of the training ground. She did not affect Chai Anping's understanding of his skills, but waited quietly outside the field, looking at Chai Anping's figure intoxicated.
.
Even though the full moon is hanging high, Chai Anping is still experimenting with the strength and angle that suits him.
Finally, the full moon was empty.
Chai Anping let out a breath after a long silence. The iron sword was quickly shattered into pieces of scrap metal in the tremor, and the black flame sword jumped into his hand.
"Buzz..."
The sword obtained from Feng Nu's treasure house let out a heartfelt cheer, and Chai Anping could clearly feel Hei Yan's excitement.
An unprecedented sword technique was being born in his hands.
Regardless of any form, meaning, or magic power, the peak of swordsmanship reached its peak in Chai Anping's practice——
He made a slash, failed, and then retracted it.
Then there was another slash with the knife, to no avail, and then another unstoppable slash.
The cycle goes on and on.
space?
Every inch of the land of Valoran, the land of birth, was like a naked girl seeking pleasure under his slashes one after another. The avenue gradually appeared in front of him, and space was no longer bound by the black flames.
"boom……"
In the end, Chai Anping closed his eyes, unaware of how much effort he had gone through.
The space was shattered under the black flame's blade, and even the controller did not feel the weight of this power.
The two swords were born out of the skill of the Blade Waltz.