The Universe Is Innately Just 25 Meridians Refinemen

"More like this. I need to use the tensile strength of my body to propel my slas.h.i.+ng speed to higher levels!" He pondered while adjusting his strike. Another Swordlight in the form of a Half Moon travelled thought the quiet courtyard.

"No… its still too direct. Slas.h.i.+ng with my back take me too much time, causing the blow to loose its effectiveness." Each strike was used as a learning experience.

A few hour pa.s.sed where he kept repeating the same move, endless Half Moon could be seen flas.h.i.+ng around him. He was rigorous with himself in his training, his back was drenched from sweat and his breathing was getting irregular.

When Dawn approached, every single move he executed left his muscles and joins ache in pain. He ignored his pain, too focused on his pleasurable swordsmans.h.i.+p training.

Fell's breathing was haggard, his eyes were deceiving. He looked unfocused due to his blank look, but his only thoughts revolved around swords.

He stepped in, spurting a rotation from his ankle to his wrist, syncing every single joins of his body together. His body's tensile strength was stretched to its limit, making him as if his flesh was gonna get shredded. His blood coursed through his veins, sending streams of blood in his muscles, causing them to contract and bulge. His blade dashed out of its scabbard, before it disappeared from the naked eyes.

Due to his obsession with swords, Fell's will was also condensed around his blade.

This succession of moves may have seemed like they took time, but their execution was instantly done by Fell's abnormal control of his body.

A Half Moon traversed the courtyard, its size and speed was nothing comparable to its earlier versions.

"Success!" he sighed, satisfied with his current slash.

Dawn accompanied the cold Half Moon through its path. Fell's eye went blank, his hand moved alone and he softly trusted his sword in front of him, poking the empty s.p.a.ce.

A simple thrust, a simple motion. Its result was the opposite of its simplicity, the usual moonlight that accompanied the edge and tips of his sword disappeared. Burning heat similar to Sunlight appeared near the blades handle, followed by a loud explosion.

In the void in front of him, a burning light appeared. The light had the same property as the Solar Star that was making its way to the top of sky, it swiftly heated the air around it. Gusts of wind hazardously spread in the small courtyard, leveling up thousands of tree leafs in their paths.

What Fell was living was called an epiphany, it was a rare state that couldn't be sought in cultivation. If it was known that he ended up creating a sword skill based on the Moon and the Sun, he would have caused huge waves in the cultivations world. Law based attack were a rarity in First Steps' cultivators.

He stayed still after his blows, his eyes full of confusion. His mind was recreating every single motion of his thrust.

In a single sweep, he created the second part of Moon Above. Guided by Dawn, Sun Below was born.

Fell stood still for quite some time after his thrust, his last two strikes emptied his body's reserve. Moon Above and Sun Below left him temporary incapacitated, a single step became impossible to him.

His body was quivering incessantly, he was having trouble keeping his standing position as his muscles fibers were completely shredded. He kept repeating the move in his mind, branding it in his memory in fear of forgetting it.

"Sun Below is my second sword move. Its the second part of Moon Above and their mights more than double when used together. Although, its energy consumption is ridiculous, I can't use it if I don't cultivate my Energy Path." He roughly a.s.sessed after studying the move.

His physical state soon recovered a bit, making it possible for him to take hazardous steps. He gritted his teeths, supporting the pain that came with every stride. He tripped twice during the short distance to his room, but managed to enter it before anyone saw his shabby state.

Entering his room, he fell on his bed. He was exhausted from his training, but a beaming smile was on his face.

He sighted before forcing himself to sit cross legged as he wanted to speed up his recovery by cultivating.

He gritted his teeth while absorbing Heaven and Earth Energy, cycling it though his dried up meridian. He purified it as much as he could, it was soon absorbed by his body, aiding it in its recovery.

He noticed that his dried up meridian were being refined and tempered during the process, each cycle made them wider and stronger. His body intrinsic softness and hardness were valuable during the refining, they gave Fell's energy pathway a characteristic similar to a hard rubber, his flesh's tensile strength was ridiculously high, while its compressive strength was similarly abnormal.

Due to those factors, his meridians swiftly recovered to their normal size before further expanding and widening.

"Wait! If I can further expend them! It could be a way for me to stock Energy." He exclaimed, noticing that he could further temper his foundation.

The training maniac immediately executed his plan, a single hour was enough for his recovery as it was only his body's reserve that were depleted.

He then began filling his energy pathways with Heaven and Earth energy. Streams of energy were rus.h.i.+ng in his body before being cycled in his meridians.

Using his Soul Cultivation, he executed his Hyper Perceptive state. His body turned into an energy magnet, constant streams of energy string flooded his body. Under the constant influx of energy, his meridians were gradually getting filled with a mult.i.tude of energy strings.

After a few hour of absorption, Fell's energy pathways were filled to the brink.

"Although it still can't be considered as a mean of storing energy. It is still enough for a few attacks, and with constant training, I can widen and expand them even more." He though, satisfied by temporary solution.

"Its time for me to finally leave this city!" He added, impatient to finally explore the world outside of the slums.