283 Realm of Spear Spiri (1/2)

To some people, time would pass slowly, while others would feel it had passed quickly. Whatever the case was, the day still shifted forward. The sun settled and disappeared off the horizon, marking the arrival of the night. Along with it, the brilliance of the moon appeared as cascading light rained down upon the Capital.

In the past few hours after Leon had exhausted most of his mental strength, he had refined some Spiritual Replenishment Pills and ingested one.

Following that, he spent the rest of the time practicing some simple spear thrusts and swings to become more familiar with his black spear. His entire body was soaked in sweat as he was training topless.

His spear strikes might be simple, but each attack was full of explosive power and would kick up a gust of wind. They were not half-hearted attacks but attacks that he had put every fiber of his being into, resulting in him exhausting himself quickly.

Amidst the sweat and aching body screaming for him to stop, Leon's eyes were still full of spirit and drive. He did not find such physical training dull and tedious but rather quite enjoyable.

Each extra swing represents progress and a step closer to his goal, no matter how minuscule it may be.

To avenge his father and pull every Divine King involved in his father's death, down from their throne, he must work harder than anyone else, even the Divine Kings.

Which one of the Divine Kings hadn't have their fair share of sweat and blood to get to where they were now? If he wants to surpass that, he must work even harder and seek higher fortuitous encounters. Only then would he have a chance at avenging his father.

In the art of sword cultivation, to achieve the first realm of Sword Spirit and become a qualified Swordsman, a person must become one with the sword.

Becoming one with the sword was not something complicated. It simply means to become familiar enough with the sword that it would move like an extension of one's limbs.

Leon was applying the same logic in his practice to become one with his spear and achieve the realm of Spear Spirit.

This was something that usually took a lot of practice and had no shortcut, but a talented person could indeed cut down the required time and practice needed.

With Leon's level of comprehension, he felt he had already achieved primary mastery of the spear and reached the threshold needed.

Swoosh~!

Another powerful spear strike thrust out as the wind billowed against the courtyard's wall, but Leon could not help but frown.

”Not right. I'm not there yet. Something is still missing... but what could it be?”

Leon's frown deepened as he thought about all the Swordsmen, Sword Masters, and Sword Grandmasters he had met in his previous life. Also, his mother as well. She was a Swordsman. What did they all have in common with the sword?

Leon recalled this saying in the Divine Realm.

”Does not need to fight to be recognized…”

”To be recognized…”

”How can a person recognize a Swordsman if they don't fight? Just by their sword?”

Leon shook his head.

Just because a person holds a sword, it did not mean they were qualified to be called a Swordsman. However, the Divine Realm indeed had numerous Swordsmen. Anyone with a sword was at least at the realm of Sword Spirit.

”Sword Spirit… Sword… Spirit?” Leon repeatedly mumbled as his eyes start to glow brightly. ”I understand. It's the sharpness of one's spirit. A Swordsman can be recognized by sensing their sharp spirit. The spirit of a Swordsman must be sharp like the sword.”

Leon thought about his mother.

Swordsman could hide their sharp spirit, but the only time his mother bothers to hide, or 'sheathe' her sharp spirit is when she is looking at him. At any other time, his mother's sharp spirit is always evident for others to sense.

With his mother's strength, status, coldness, and sharp spirit, it makes sense why people are always under enormous pressure and fear when all these aspects are put together.

”A sword-user must be sharp like the sword. The greater the attainment, the sharper the spirit.” Leon nodded in understanding. He understood that his spear strikes were lacking a sort of spirit.

Swords had to be sharp, but what about a spear?

Each time he swung his weighted spear, it was heavy, strong, explosive, overpowering, and unstoppable. A heavy spirit? Can a spirit be heavy? Strong spirit? Explosive spirit? The hell is that? Might as well be dead. Overpowering spirit? Unstoppable spirit? Dafuq? Now that is just ridiculous.

A Spear Spirit had to contain all these aspects. Not one, not two or three, but all of them. A spear had to be… domineering!

Leon closed his eyes and envisioned himself as a general on a great battlefield in ancient times. A single swing of his spear would send dozens of enemy soldiers flying like broken kites. Yes… this is how a spear should be used.