Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 197 - 195 Minor Accomplishment in Swordsmanship

Chapter 197: Chapter 195 Minor Accomplishment in Swordsmanship

After ceasing to use the monster physique, Wen Wen’s physical ability significantly decreased, but his mastery over himself reached its peak.

Now, he could sense every subtle change in his body, so when his hand moved, he detected the change instantly, which felt completely different from before.

"What I did just now is still not complete; I feel there can be new changes."

Wen Wen closed his eyes again, calmed his mind, and adjusted his body to its optimal state.

The heart, which had been transformed by the blood-colored energy, beat slowly yet powerfully. Gradually, the strength inherent to Wen Wen’s body flowed from his heart, spreading to various parts of his body.

Then, this strength turned into a stream of energy, following the lines drawn, and formed a wonderful circulation of energy.

Although his eyes were closed, Wen Wen seemed to see a very thin filament in the air. Following this filament, he swung the dagger again.

Swish!

A curved Qi Force shot out from the dagger, then slowly dissipated in the air.

Wen Wen opened his eyes and checked his posture. Although he was targeting the filament and not specifically swinging the dagger according to any posture, the way he swung the dagger matched the images in the journal.

"I did it! I released Sword Qi! Well... since it was with a dagger, it should be called dagger energy..."

Wen Wen smiled, his expression extremely satisfied. The sense of achievement from capturing monsters and gaining new abilities wasn’t as exhilarating as improving himself.

"Indeed, the breakthrough lies in those lines; the real secret lies in the paths of energy they represent. As for the swinging gestures, those are just minor details."

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and a cactus from the neighbor’s balcony fell with a snap, freezing the smile on Wen Wen’s face.

The Sword Qi he had just released had cut the neighbor’s flower.

Wen Wen was only stunned for a moment before he returned home as if nothing had happened, took a pig’s leg from the Sanctuary, and threw it onto the neighbor’s balcony.

Consider the pig’s leg as compensation; beyond that, Wen Wen couldn’t concern himself anymore.

Afterward, Wen Wen’s practice was no longer conducted on the balcony but instead within the Sanctuary.

He knew that cutting plants was merely the most basic application of the sword technique because he was merely doing a poor imitation according to the trajectory.

If he could master all the postures in the journal, and even surpass the limitations of the journal, perhaps one day, Wen Wen could release Sword Qi powerful enough to sever rivers!

"But, I only practiced for half a day and already managed to release Sword Qi; isn’t this too easy? How frightening must the ancient swordsmen have been?"

Yet Wen Wen didn’t realize that someone like him, who managed to produce Sword Qi in just one day, would be considered an extremely rare genius in ancient times.

But his quick progress wasn’t because he was such a genius, it was because his foundation was exceedingly high.

A regular Swordsman, even practicing for a lifetime, might not be able to match Wen Wen’s casual swing of a dagger, his physical quality having long surpassed human norms.

Add to that, his heart continuously supplied him the energy needed to release the Sword Qi, something regular swordsmen could hardly dream of.

Lastly, the sword manual in the journal, despite appearing rudimentary, is in fact a top-tier sword technique secret manual with extraordinary power.

Initially, that Containment Officer could battle the Flood Dragon merely by utilizing sword techniques!

Sword techniques have a long history and in the ancient times of the Inner World, monsters were already invading reality.

At that time, the number of superpower users was very scarce, some became flunkies to the monsters, while others acted like deities, lording over others.

Thus, to combat powerful monsters, various training methods, such as swordsmanship, naturally emerged.

Through cumulative daily training, ordinary people, subjected to rigorous refinement, could also possess the strength of a low-level superpower user.

However, martial arts demanded excessively high talent and offered relatively limited potential compared to the utility of supernatural power, leading them to gradually disappear into the annals of history, unregarded by anyone.

Today, some legacies still exist, but they are not given much importance.

Only people like Wen Wen, who is not lacking in supernatural power but is wholeheartedly focused on enhancing his own abilities, would take an interest in such things.

Following this, he practiced for a whole day, and his improvement was even more pronounced.

Now, when using his monster physique, he could also employ his swordsmanship, and he could infuse the monster’s energy into his Sword Qi, significantly enhancing its power.

Actually, the monster physique did not affect the execution of his swordsmanship; however, the overwhelming presence of the monster’s strength made Wen Wen overlook his own power, which initially rendered his training ineffective.

While the power of his Sword Qi still left something to be desired, the enhancement brought by the swordsmanship itself had significantly increased Wen Wen’s close combat abilities.

With persistent practice, one day, swordsmanship would become Wen Wen’s main combat method.

After training till he was slightly weary, Wen Wen left the Sanctuary, took a shower, checked the time, and decided to report to the Association.

After parking his flashy sports car, Wen Wen headed straight to the cafeteria, ordered a roasted leg of lamb, a serving of braised pork, and a large lobster...

Then he sat next to a young woman dressed in a gray lady’s suit and wearing a headscarf, waiting for his food to arrive.

The woman had a good figure; her ample chest nearly burst the buttons, yet her waist was extremely slender. She had black-framed glasses and a gentle face.

"Strange, I haven’t seen this person before in the Association," he thought to himself.

The spot where Wen Wen sat was typically where Demon Hunters sat, and supporters generally did not sit here.

It was not a matter of differential treatment; it was just everyone’s habit.

This woman did not exude an aura of supernatural power, nor did she seem like a supporter.

Wen Wen had an excellent memory, and he had seen everyone in the Association at least once.

If he had seen someone once, he would remember them, but he had never seen this woman before.

He stared at the woman for a long time until she furrowed her brow; Wen Wen then looked away, not because he felt it was impolite, but because his ordered dishes had arrived.

Soon, the table was filled with food that was a feast for the senses, irresistibly making one salivate.

A whole day of training had left Wen Wen very hungry, and now he had a hearty appetite, quite an impressive one.

The digestive ability of a superpower user was not something an ordinary person could match; one could eat the amount of several people’s meals at once and not gain weight.

If a food lover had such a physique, it would be quite blissful.

Speaking of which, Wen Wen’s biggest motivation for visiting the Hunters Association daily was for the meals.

The chef at the Association’s cafeteria was once a well-known chef who later became involved in a supernatural event and could no longer return to his former life.

He chose to work in the Furong River Association. Many of the staff there were in similar situations.

They were all unfortunate people, after all.