56 Postpone

“It’s finally completed.”

Fang Xingjian closed his eyes, reviewing the situation within his body. Now, regardless of whether he was sitting, lying down, or walking, he would be constantly practicing various sword moves. No matter if he was running, jumping, walking, or sleeping, the muscles and bones in his body would be activated through various sword stances to hone his body.

What was more amazing was that while the tens of sword techniques for different styles and varieties looked like a horrible mess when connected, they put pressure on his body, stirring his breath, and slapping against his blood vessels, allowing him to activate a circulation with the same style as the Mistral Windgod's Waves.

Fang Xingjian felt that every single bone, every single piece of muscle in his body was constantly being trained.