Chapter 771: Sword Dao Genius (10/10, please subscribe)

Shrouded by the black fog, Fang Yue felt only pitch darkness all around him.

This black fog seemed to have quite the origin—even part of his perception had been blocked off.

Fizz, fizz, fizz—

There seemed to be some rustling sounds rising and falling around him, but he couldn't quite hear them clearly.

After Fang Yue adjusted to the black fog for a while and his naked eye gradually began to make out some things.

Fang Yue immediately noticed that, looking through the haze, the surrounding black fog faintly resembled human-shaped shadows, brandishing long swords out of thin air and performing various sword techniques.

Fang Yue hadn't paid it much mind at first, but with just a sweep of his peripheral vision, he suddenly froze.

Because he discovered that, in his mind, the shadows performing sword techniques in the black fog had appeared in perfect synchronization—as if just one glance had let him grasp seven or eight tenths of the sword technique's patterns, automatically simulating them in his mind.

Sword Dao foundation, from nothing to something, quietly complete!

"This is…"

Fang Yue understood at once—this was his extraordinarily high Comprehension playing its role.

Just from watching the shadows in the black fog perform sword techniques, he could automatically comprehend Sword Dao; this kind of 'talent' could perhaps only be matched by one-in-ten-thousand Sword Dao geniuses.

And as his comprehension of Sword Dao deepened, the rustling around him gradually grew clearer.

It was the humming sound of sword-chimes.

The sword-chime sounds spread all around him, in every direction, just like those shadows, hidden throughout the entire black fog.

Comprehension! This is the power of Comprehension!!

Fang Yue's heart thrilled with excitement.

Blade Technique, sword technique, spear technique… different weapons, different directions of Martial Dao.

Fang Yue was already accustomed to using the blade, and his comprehension of Blade Technique ran deepest.

Under normal circumstances, no matter what other Martial Arts he learned in the days ahead, none would cut as deep as Blade Technique; when wielded, a blade's might would far surpass that of other Martial Dao Martial Arts.

A sword has sword intent; a blade has Blade Intent.

Fang Yue had already reached the realm of groping at the edge of Blade Intent—this was called slow accumulation, sudden release.

In his early days, with no talent whatsoever, he'd relied entirely on diligence and effort, forcibly raising his strength by slaying anomalies; his Blade Technique had been accumulated bit by bit in real combat, so he couldn't compare with those geniuses who started out already wielding blade intent or sword intent.

But the current situation was somewhat different—with the support of his extraordinarily high Comprehension, just watching the shadow figures in the black fog brandish sword techniques let him accumulate a Sword Dao foundation, and if he went deeper, he might even directly comprehend sword intent.

This was a path Fang Yue had never imagined!

No, it wasn't only his own Comprehension—this clump of black fog was bizarrely powerful too!

The moment the black fog erupted, Fang Yue had felt dense sword intent from within it—he had no idea what its origin was.

Continuing to observe the other shadows' movements, Fang Yue discovered that each shadow performed a different sword technique.

Only the ring of shadow figures closest to him could be seen clearly; the shadows farther away were blurry, and beyond that they were nothing but black fog—he didn't know whether it was because his realm wasn't high enough to see, or whether it had always been that way.

Even with only this surrounding ring of shadows, a rough count put them at over a hundred shadow figures—converted, that meant… over a hundred kinds of sword techniques!

Fang Yue's eyes lit up, as if he'd discovered a new continent, greedily observing the surrounding shadows.

With the support of his extraordinarily high Comprehension, Fang Yue observed the shadows very quickly—roughly five or six seconds was enough to finish grasping the essence of one shadow's sword technique and absorb its Sword Dao foundation.

This wasn't that Fang Yue had completely watched the shadow's entire sword technique from start to finish; rather, from just the shadow's opening few moves, his mind naturally deduced the subsequent variations of the sword technique, its essence, and immediately comprehended and absorbed it for his own use, directly raising his understanding of Sword Dao by a level.

Going from nothing to something is always fast—Fang Yue's Sword Dao foundation climbed steadily.

But after reaching a certain point, the speed of improvement began to slow.

Originally, it took only five or six seconds to finish watching one shadow before turning to the next; now it took ten seconds or even over a dozen seconds before he could shift to the next shadow.

Even so, Fang Yue's speed of watching the shadows remained very fast—in no time at all he had already watched most of the shadows in this surrounding ring, and his comprehension of Sword Dao was skyrocketing at an extraordinary pace.

At this moment, Fang Yue was in no rush to deal with the giant worm cocoon—after all, an opportunity like this came once in a lifetime.

Soon, Fang Yue thought of a question.

Since the shadows in the black fog were so useful to him, what if he drew this black fog into his body?

At this moment, in Fang Yue's eyes, the black fog had completely transformed into a treasure trove full of surprises, no longer some anomaly that needed to be dealt with immediately.

Think it, do it. When he'd first been shrouded by the black fog, Fang Yue had been holding his breath, afraid inhaling the black fog might cause problems; now he let go and took a deep breath, drawing the black fog into his chest.

The black fog entering his body was like smoking—the vapor lingered in his chest, neither pleasant nor unpleasant, just like inhaling any ordinary breath of air, no different at all.

Just as Fang Yue was feeling a bit disappointed, he suddenly discovered that his comprehension of Sword Dao had once again quietly climbed a notch, and even the shadows at a slightly greater distance had shifted from a Gaussian-motion-blur-like state to being somewhat clearer.

His heart delighted; the black fog in his chest, as if possessing its own consciousness, madly burrowed deeper into Fang Yue's body, entangling itself with his internal energy.

"This is?"

Fang Yue's heart skipped a beat, worried something might go wrong, but after waiting patiently for a while, he found that nothing happened.

After this clump of black fog flowed through his body along his internal energy for a while, it merged with the anomaly value into one, with no further changes whatsoever.

Since there was no danger, Fang Yue completely let go, gulping down the black fog in big breaths, generously watching the shadows dance with their swords; the progress bar of his Sword Dao foundation surged wildly, impossible to stop.

At the same time, as his Sword Dao foundation rose, the shadows at a greater distance also shifted from Gaussian blur to being completely clear.

It was as if this black fog dynamically unlocked the number of shadows based on the depth of one's Sword Dao foundation within the fog.

This discovery thrilled Fang Yue greatly.

After finishing the surrounding ring of shadows, Fang Yue discovered that his Sword Dao comprehension had already reached half of his Blade Technique foundation.

Glancing at the system prompt, Fang Yue's eyes immediately went wide.

"System prompt: Congratulations to player 【Yese Liming】 for comprehending 【Five-Part Sword Technique / Postnatal】"

"System prompt: Congratulations to player 【Yese Liming】 for comprehending 【Upper Night Sword Technique / Postnatal】"

"System prompt: Congratulations to player 【Yese Liming】 for comprehending…"

The screen-flooding system prompts showed he had comprehended well over a hundred basic sword techniques—exactly matching the number of shadows he'd seen earlier!

He had, in the span of mere moments, learned so many basic sword techniques within the black fog!

"Could it be that I am that one-in-ten-thousand, once-in-existence, peerless-grade Sword Dao genius!"

(End of this chapter)