Simultaneous Transmigration: My Strength Comes Entirely from My Own

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In the instant she was thrown away, Long Xiaoyun was terrified.

Although he is malicious and more intelligent than adults, he is still a child after all, and fear is to be expected.

But soon, a thought popped into Long Xiaoyun's mind: how much benefit could her family gain from this matter?

Long Xiaoyun seems to be naturally rational, or more accurately, cold-blooded.

An ordinary child in his situation would probably have cried and run into his parents' arms for comfort, but his first thought was how to make money. This kind of thinking alone is already extraordinary. At least Long Xiaoyun did not think of this at all. He only thought about how his family could save their lives, or rather, he instinctively did not want to associate with the dangerous Money Gang.

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The main reason is that he is afraid of death. In this respect alone, he is not as good as Long Xiaoyun, and even not as good as himself back then. It seems that the rich life of these years has corrupted his mind and body, not only causing his martial arts skills to decline, but also causing him to lose his courage.

But Li Xunhuan's matter was like a thorn stuck in his heart.

He thought for a moment, then said, "Xiaoyun, just focus on recovering and don't worry about it."

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Long Xiaoyun knew his son was intelligent, and Dan only had this one son; how could he let him be put in a dangerous situation?

However, in a corner where Long Xiaoyun couldn't see, a strange light flashed in Long Xiaoyun's eyes, making him look nothing like a child.

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Three days have passed. During these three days, much of the snow has melted, but there is still a considerable amount left.

At this moment, in a plum garden, Luke was preparing to formally teach Fei a set of sword techniques.

This sword technique is inherited from the family sword technique of the Imperial Sword Manor. However, the sword technique of the Imperial Sword Manor cannot be taught to outsiders. Therefore, Luke made some modifications to it and incorporated sword techniques from the One Piece world.

Putting everything else aside, its power is indeed strong enough, but there is one thing to note: it requires an extremely high level of physical strength.

However, Ah Fei barely passed the test in this respect.

Although he had never practiced any physical training techniques, A-Fei had honed his willpower in the wilderness since childhood. He looked thin, but he was actually strong with flesh inside his bones. While he wasn't superhumanly strong, he could lift a thousand pounds without using internal energy, which barely met the requirements for practicing this sword technique.

However, the physical constitution of the people in this world is too different from that of the people in the One Piece world. It would be good enough if they could barely meet the requirements, so there is no need to demand too much.

Chapter 261: Martial Arts Chronicle: The Breath of All Things

In the world of One Piece, due to their origins, swords and blades are not distinguished; the so-called great swordsmen are more accurately described as sword masters.

However, whether it's a knife or a sword, the technique is flawless; a renowned swordsman could easily cleave mountains and cleave seas.

Luke was very much looking forward to seeing what kind of achievements Afei would make if he learned his swordsmanship.

Do you know how to breathe?

Luke's swordsmanship incorporates techniques from the One Piece world, making it quite different from this world's. Therefore, before learning from him, Luke needs to explain his philosophy to make it easier for Tobi to understand.

Afei was taken aback and nodded in confusion. He understood breathing, of course; everyone does it. Even those who cultivate internal energy need to regulate their breathing. But what did this have to do with swordsmanship?

Of course, Afei didn't understand what Luke meant.

Swordsmanship in the world of One Piece is based on the concept of "six, four, seven," which emphasizes the power to sever all things.

The so-called power to sever all things is to perceive the breath of all things.

Humans breathe, animals breathe, trees breathe, stones breathe... all things in nature have their own way of breathing.

Cutting off what you want to cut off doesn't mean indiscriminately harming everything that comes into contact with the sword.

Some swordsmen, when hovering on the edge of death, occasionally fall into a mysterious state.

It was as if you could hear the breath of everything.

The breath of the stone

The breath of trees.

The breath of the land.

The breath of the sky.

When you perceive the breath of all things, you can enter the realm of "cutting nothing and becoming one with the sword".

Luke cut off a section of plum branch, channeled his inner energy, and whittled it into a small wooden sword.

He gently gripped the wooden sword in his hand, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings with a sharp, knife-like intensity.

Then he walked toward an ordinary stone next to him. The stone seemed unremarkable, yet it was as steady as a part of the earth.

"Okay."

Luke said in a low voice, his tone carrying an indescribable air of authority.

His movements seemed slow, but when the wooden sword was swung out, it was as if an invisible line was torn through the air.

The wooden sword swiftly cleaved the stone without any hesitation or obstruction, as smoothly as cutting through water.

However, in the next instant, the incredibly hard stone silently cracked open, splitting into two halves, and slowly fell to the ground.

Afei stared wide-eyed, his mouth slightly open, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"What... what's going on? How could a wooden sword possibly achieve this?"

Luke sheathed his wooden sword and smiled faintly: "This is what I was referring to as 'the breath of all things.' When you can sense the breath of a stone, you can understand its vulnerability. Every stone has its own texture and structure, just like a person has blood and a tree has growth rings. As long as you find the right angle, even the most ordinary weapon can unleash unimaginable power."

Afei nodded thoughtfully, then frowned. "But how can we sense these things? Do we have to keep staring at the stone?"

Luke shook his head and said, "No, it's not about seeing with your eyes, but about listening with your heart. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and tell me, what sounds are around you now?"

Afei did as instructed, closing his eyes and listening intently. The wind rustled through the leaves, birdsong drifted from afar, and even the faint crawling of insects could be heard in the grass.

He opened his eyes and looked at Luke with a puzzled expression. "These are all very ordinary sounds."

"Yes, they are ordinary, but it is these ordinary sounds that make up the breath of the world."

Luke explained, “Once you can distinguish these voices and integrate them into your consciousness, the next step is to try to resonate with them. For example, when you are facing a tree, don’t think about how to cut it down, but try to feel its vitality and understand its meaning of existence. Only in this way will your sword truly become an extension of yourself.”

"Such a sword can cut through everything. Even a wooden sword in your hands will be no less powerful than any divine weapon in the world."

"But there are swords that can cut through everything, and there are swords that can cut through nothing, just like this."

As he spoke, Luke pulled out a piece of paper from somewhere and threw it out. He then brandished his wooden sword with the force of thunder and the speed of lightning. Judging from the momentum, it was a strike that would shake the heavens and the earth.

Luke's wooden sword carried the force of a thunderbolt, as if it were about to tear the entire space apart.

However, when the paper met the sword's edge, it slid past as if it were nothing, leaving no trace.

It drifted down gently and finally came to a steady stop on the grass in front of Afei, without even a crease.

Afei stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.

"How...how is this possible? That sword strike was so sharp, why did it have no effect on a piece of paper?"

Luke smiled slightly, his tone calm yet profound: "This is because this piece of paper doesn't need to be cut. Everything has its breath, and within that breath lies meaning and value. My sword can cut through stone, trees, and even mountains and rivers, but not everything needs to be destroyed. If you can't distinguish what should be cut and what shouldn't, then your sword will only become a tool for slaughter."

He bent down, picked up the paper, and handed it to Afei, saying, "Feel its breath."

Afei took the paper, closed his eyes, and tried to listen in the way Luke had taught him.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could only feel the coolness of the wind brushing his fingertips, but could not hear any so-called "breathing".

Afei opened his eyes, shook his head in frustration, "I still can't hear..."

Luke did not respond immediately, but instead gazed at Fei quietly, his eyes filled with encouragement and depth.

"Don't rush, it takes time to perceive the breath of all things. It requires you to touch the world with your whole heart, not just rely on your ears or eyes."

He paused, then said, “Actually, the so-called breath of all things is not just a simple sound. It is more of a manifestation of vitality. 3.3 When you can truly understand the meaning of life, you will naturally be able to perceive their ‘breathing.’ For example, a stone may seem incredibly hard, but it has imperceptible cracks inside; and a piece of paper, though thin and soft, carries the power of the wind and the meaning of its existence. Therefore, my sword cannot harm it in the slightest.”

Afei frowned, and asked thoughtfully, "Then if I encounter an enemy, should I also sense his breathing first? But wouldn't that expose me?"

Luke smiled and shook his head, saying, "The 'breathing' perception in combat isn't static; it's dynamic capture. Like flowing water, every movement and emotional fluctuation of the enemy is a manifestation of 'breathing.' You can use these subtle clues to find their weakest point while avoiding their strongest."

Chapter 262: Martial Arts Chronicle: Pioneering the Way of the Sword

Hearing Luke say that, Afei felt like he understood something.

To put it bluntly, it's just about finding weaknesses!

However, it seems there's more to it than that.

After hearing this, Afei seemed to understand something.

He gripped the wooden sword tightly, closed his eyes, and concentrated, as if trying to infuse every word Luke said into his blood.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a hint of determination in his gaze.

"Master, let me try!"

Afei strode towards a plum tree. The tree wasn't particularly thick, but it was lush and full of life. He stopped, held his breath, and tried to sense the tree's "breath."

The wind rustled through the branches and leaves of the plum tree; sunlight dappled the leaves, casting mottled shadows.

These ordinary phenomena, at this moment, made Afei feel a peculiar rhythm—a rhythm belonging to life.

He slowly raised the wooden sword, no longer in a hurry to succeed, but instead focused all his attention on the plum tree.

In that instant, he seemed to hear the slow rotation of the tree's internal rings and see the power of its roots buried deep in the soil.

The sword tip trembled slightly, and 21 A-Fei swung his sword down, his movements as natural as flowing water.

The sword's edge sliced ​​through the air without the slightest hesitation. The next second, the plum tree snapped in two, but instead of falling, it swayed gently with inertia before finally settling steadily into two pieces on the ground.

The petals fell due to the vibration, dancing in the wind, like a brief snow scene.

"not bad."

Luke smiled with satisfaction. If this were the world of One Piece, his disciple would be considered to have reached the level of cutting through iron.

In that last strike, A-Fei didn't use any internal energy; he simply used his physical strength and swordsmanship skills. However, its power was absolutely extraordinary. Let alone a mere plum tree, even a piece of steel of the same size would be cut in two with a single sword strike.

While Luke was teaching Afei swordsmanship, Zhao Yun, Li Xunhuan, and Tie Chuanjia were watching from a short distance away.

Of course, at the most crucial moment, Li Xunhuan and Tie Chuanjia instinctively avoided it, after all, they were not the kind of people who would steal someone's skills.

However, after witnessing the sword strikes that Luke and Afei each displayed, Li Xunhuan couldn't help but sigh.

"This is truly unheard of and unseen before. Brother Lu has opened a new chapter in the way of the sword."

Li Xunhuan had seen many swordsmen, whether from within or outside the Great Wall, from the Ming Dynasty or other countries, but none of them could match Luke and Afei.