Practice Makes Perfect

Mors lays on the ground tired and sweating like a dog. Next to him lays his red color sword, the sun at its mid-way point. Its warm rays of light hit Mors straight in the face, making him close his eyes and look away.

A week has passed since he and Zhihui arrive at the clan. During this past week, he has been sleeping on the floor of Zhihui apparent. As their new apartment is still being picked, he just hopes that they find it faster. He is used to sleeping on the floor thanks to his military training. But even then he wants to sleep in a warm and comfy bed.

This past week has not been wasted, as he has been more than busy. With his new "Food Buff" project, training his skills, and cultivating. Mors is doing something every day, he and Zhihui have been doing their own separate training and he could not lie that he misses being with her every second of the day.

Back when they were fighting corruption they were side by side and try not to get separated too much. It was fun doing such things with her and now that they are doing their separate things he misses her company.

But he understood that their training is very different from each other. He is a martial focus character, and she is a mythical focus character. Plus, there is another reason why the two of them are training in separate places.

They will have a friendly match in a couple of weeks, Mors more than ever wanted to win and make the score balance. They both wanted to keep their new powers and training results secret. Even though the system is more than happy to notify them when one upgrades their skills and the point share.

In this past week, he has earned some stats points from his cultivation, earning 2 points in every stat. He and Zhihui also rank up, now being Warrior Rank 4. But Mors had one confession to make, he was not training alone.

As the sound of leather boots soon enters his ears, with fast movements he stands back up and bows down to the figure walking toward him, picking up his sword along the process. The figure is a woman, wearing leather and metal armor. Two pairs of gray metal swords hang from her waist.

Short brown hair, gray color eyes, and tan skin.

"Good morning Mother"

"Son"

Of course, it was no other than Mor's new mother-in-law. When she first enters this training grounds 7 days ago. She did not like him calling her Lady Wen, so she force him to call her mother.

Maybe because she has found someone else that walks the same martial path she does, maybe because the love story between him and Zhihui reminds her of her love story. Or another reason entirety, she is the only person that fully supports his marriage with Zhihui. To her, he is the son she always wanted.

"I hope mother will continue to fight with me"

She nods her head as she takes her battle position, over the past week she and Mors have been fighting. These fights always ended with Mor's defeat and her never breaking a sweat, but with each defeat, he learns more and grows in strength.

Mor's breaths in as he and Wen get into position, even though she knew she will win with no effort, she still took out both of her swords. She always fought Mors at her full strength and so did he.

Mors opens his eyes as he rushes forwards, his steps are like that of a beautiful dance. With the red blade in his hand, he reaches in front of Wen and swings his sword at her neck. But before the sword is even able to reach her she blocks the sword with one of her gray swords.

Mors jumps backward with all his force, flexing his legs muscles to the point the stone beneath him broke. But even then he still got hit, as he felt the warm sensation of blood escaping his body. The left side of his stomach has been scratched by one of his mother's swords.

He did not even see the sword move, that is how fast his mother is. The difference in stages is not really helping him either. But it was not the time now to be worrying about such things as he started to summon his copies.

But instead of making do separate things, he stacks them on top of himself as he did once with his sword when fighting Zhihui. With every step, he took he left behind a yellow afterimage. As Mors with the fancy moves of a professional dancer started to attack Wen.

His sword strikes were reflected by her swords, but his attack had the strength of 100 men behind them. Wen found the way he can create weapons and body manifestations fascinating. He has found a way to create this manifestation without the experience and skill need it to do so.

But it seems like his manifestations disappear after doing the task given to them, Mors also knows this weakness of his manifestation. But if the task is a long and hard one, his manifestations will continue. As he has already tested this when he was mining spirit crystals.

But even with the strength of 100 men, he could not beat Wen. With the eyes of a seasoned killer and warrior, she reflects and parries his attacks. As she slowly increases the strength of her aura. Her heavy and QI full aura presses against his body, slowing his movements.

With slow movements he attacks her, she takes a simple step back and dodges all his attacks as he hits empty air. This left him in an awkward position that she took advantage of. As she appears in front of him for a second, without giving him enough time to think. She punches him in the chest with a QI infuse fist.

Her fist meets his chest, and the sound of bones breaking echoes in his ears. The next second the sound of broken glass surrounds them; his manifestations have been destroyed by her single punch.

Mors is sent flying a second later, replacing his sword with the spear. Pain is assaulting his mind as it became harder to concentrate. He stabs the spear into the ground. Slowing him down but in the process breaking more of the stone beneath him.

With blood escaping his mouth and nose, the spear gets replaced with the sword. A pain high clouds his judgment as he rushes toward her. One thing he has always found hard to do is to fully incorporate his sword attacks into the dance.

He always thought that he can't change or modified the dance too much, that he learns, and that is what the skill is all about. But do you fight wars using the same tactics against different opponents? In war there are always innovations, why can't he innovate?

What is stopping him from making a new dance? A dance for the sword? With such toughs, Mor's steps change, and his dance becomes sharper and cleaner. With quick and balanced steps. The music has changed, now a mixture of soft and fast guitar strings rings in his ears.

He was hallucinating in every sense of the word, when the guitar goes fast his steps become faster and sharper. When it's slower they become more fluid and elegant. His sword is his dancing companion. Wen not moving as she wanted to see where this was going.

As Mors get closer he started to do his sword attacks, with sharp movements and spins, his sword attacked every part of her body. His movements are truly a dance of the sword and not a dance with a sword. Sadly, for him, it was still not enough as she blocks the attacks with ease. Stopping his flow for a second before she punches him in the face, knocking him out. The sound of broken bones and of the system was the last thing he heard.

[War Everlasting Dance(Primordial) Rank 1->2]

[Tsubame Gaeshi(Heaven) Rank 6->7]

[All stats increase by one]

[Name: Mors Mundin

Cultivation: Warrior Rank 4

Stats:

Mind: 103

Body: 103

Soul: 103

War Manifestation: 103

Blood Line: Imperial(Emperor)

Legacy: War's Everlasting Concert

Martials Art:

[War Everlasting Dance(Primordial) Rank 2]

[Tsubame Gaeshi(Heaven) Rank 7 ](Sword)

[Soragui(Heaven) Rank 5](Spears)

[The Man Hunter(Heaven) Rank 3]

[War's First Symphony(Primordial) Rank 1]

Talents:

[Soft Feet][Martial Aura][Blood Thirsty Eyes]

Fate Points:5702 ]