The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 177

Evan and Herbert had walked into the house to visit Austin, but as they stepped into the yard, they were almost whipped in their faces by the sword-lights. It scared them enough to turn around and run out of the house as fast as they could.

Hiding behind the doorway, they craned their necks to look at the wondrous sight that greeted them. Feeling emptiness at his hairline, Herbert touched a spot on his forehead. He was astonished to find that it was clear of hair. The hair had been there minutes ago. But Austin's sword had made sure to sear off the hair and the scalp from there.

"Oh my God! What kind of martial arts is Austin practicing? He would have killed me if I'd been any slower to dodge the sword! I'm never coming to his house again, I swear, no matter how badly I'm threatened," Herbert positively howled.

"You know what Tin is like. He practices like the devil, so engrossed in what he is doing that he doesn't see anything else. It's just him and his practice. And nobody can help him out of that state but himself," Evan said helplessly as he peeked yet again into the yard. Lights were still flashing. Austin was still brandishing and striking the sword.

After what felt like a long time, and no one really knew how long it was, Austin finally paused. He stopped swinging his sword and stood there silently, lapsing into a state of meditation.

He occasionally raised his head to look at the skyline. The sun had just started rising, its golden rays lighting up the Earth and bringing every creature back to life from their deep slumber. Before Austin had known it, the night was gone, replaced by a welcoming, brand-new day.

Austin smiled, not caring about how much time had passed.

A few days of practice brought Austin a vague idea about how the swordsmanship worked. He didn't know why, but he sensed that something was going to dawn on him. His mind was going to see a new life bloom from within. But there was a thick layer of membrane that stood in its way, and whatever was coming, it only needed a little push to break out of its thin shell. Once the shell broke, something related to the swordsmanship would appear in his mind.

Austin didn't want to stop at such a critical moment.

The attainment of insights on swordsmanship had much to do with the practitioner's state of mind, a lucky coincidence, environment and the mood. Now that he had finally come to the stage where he could gain some insight, he did not want to let all his previous efforts go to waste. If he gave up now, he didn't know when again he would come this close to comprehending the secrets of this wonderful swordsmanship.

A smile finally crossed Austin's face. He seemed to have understood something.

Without warning, a mysterious light flashed across his eyes.

A crisp sound rang out in his soul. Pop!

Just the way a new life comes into existence as an egg hatches.

The crisp sound was accompanied by his body spasm, but it wasn't uncomfortable. The feeling was beyond expression, popping into Austin's soul out of nowhere.

This was followed by Austin's eyes shining like sword lights, sharp and cold like nothing else had ever been. His eyes seemed to have gained the ability to cut through everything.

At the same time, the aura around Austin had changed quietly, as if he had remolded himself thoroughly and become a new man.

His entire figure seemed like a treasured sword pulled out of its sheath, its brilliant radiance ready for everyone to see, and its momentum ready to kill an army of thousands of soldiers. When an idea crossed his mind, his pupils would brighten and flash lightning-shaped lights.

Was this the sword intent?

Did this mean that he had understood the sword intent?

Austin was no stranger to the sword intent that some warriors possessed. He had fought with several warriors who had comprehended it. And he had once watched closely how Scott, one with a level three blade intent, fought.