The shattered longsword in his hand dissolved into motes of light.
His goal had been achieved. In this battle, the progress of his Defensive Form under the high pressure of real combat was even better than he had anticipated.
The insight he gained from that final "Guiyuan" slash—a dissolving, diffusing counterattack—was a priceless treasure.
Without another glance at the arena below, his figure also transformed into a streak of light, disappearing from the virtual, starry battlefield and leaving a chilling silence in his wake.
...
Li Wen repeated the same process for several more ranked matches.
He meticulously selected his targets.
Faced with the provocations of arrogant, condescending opponents, he would either calmly point out the impractical flashiness of their techniques or offer a casual critique, successfully enraging one prideful genius after another.
This ignited battle lust became the perfect fuel for Li Wen to temper his Defensive Form.
