Fei Chen's Sword Journey
PPFC 7 - Decision
PPFC 7 - Decision
A series of sword technique movements appeared in Fei Chen's mind. The sword technique that Fei Chen thought was beautiful and brutal at the same time.
‘Eleven Sword King of Hell moves? To master it is not easy.’ Fei Chen took a look after getting a picture of a series of sword technique moves.
To master the swordsmanship of the King of Hell is not easy. Although the King of Hell was now in the form of a jet-black sword that Fei Chen often called the Mad Sword, but some of the knowledge belonging to the King of Hell that appeared in Fei Chen's mind was deadly.
‘Can you demonstrate it, boy?’ The Mad Sword's words made Fei Chen take a position while cultivating the smooth breathing possible.
Fei Chen's eyes were closed and memorized every first dance move that came to his mind, ‘Sial, even though this was only a sword dance and not a sword style, but his every move was extremely draining!’
After memorizing his every move, Fei Chen cultivated the Dragon Breath Art and began to demonstrate it. The first dance move of the Hell King Sword Art had a simple yet extremely draining movement.
The Sweet Cat who saw Fei Chen demonstrating the first dance moves of the Hell King Sword Arts was shocked. The boy who only thought of the grudge looked so enjoying the sword arts training that was being studied.
The Sweet Cat and the Mad Sword who originally thought Fei Chen had no talent in sword arts, but after seeing firsthand the development of Fei Chen the two did not think so.
‘Chen, I didn't think you could grow this fast. But we don't have much time, if that damn sword doesn't make a deal with you. Then you can practice for a long time and do not need to think of grudges.’ Sweet Cat sat in before falling asleep on a rock.
Meanwhile Fei Chen had successfully demonstrated the first dance moves of the Hell King Sword Arts. After completing the first dance move of the Hell King Sword Arts, Fei Chen repeated it many times until he mastered it completely.
‘From what I feel, this boy is more talented in swordsmanship than hand science. The combination of Hell King Sword Art and Dragon Breath Art, I so want to see it.’ The Mad Sword was deep and fused his mind with Fei Chen's mind.
As the Sweet Cat fell asleep and the Mad Sword dissolved in its daydream, Fei Chen continued to repeat the first and second movement dance of the King of Hell's Sword Arts until he mastered it completely.
The next day Fei Chen continued to practice swordsmanship. Fei Chen's sword arts training took an entire year, until Fei Chen had mastered the eleven dances of the King of Hell Sword Arts and the five moves of the King of Hell Sword.
“Cat Sweet, Mad Sword, I am now almost ten years old. I intend to go to the Ma Empire after I am ten years old. Do you agree with my idea?” Fei Chen asked the Sweet Cat and the Mad Sword about his wish.
Of course Fei Chen's words made the two of them sigh.
‘As usual your mouth is brash, Chen. Can you call me His Highness the Dragon God, that sounds more polite. Some of your ideas are ridiculous, I suggest you practice here until you are really strong. But there is nothing wrong with seeking experience with travel. All decisions are in your hands, I hope you don't regret your decision, Chen.’ Sweet Cat looked at Fei Chen who was demonstrating the first moves of the Hell King Sword, ‘Again, I suggest that you train here until you are really strong. At least until you reach the Great Warrior. I didn't expect you to remain a Star Swordsman.’
‘Hahaha, don't be in a hurry, boy. You better keep practicing here until you're sixteen. My curse, the King of Hell will react on your body when you are seventeen. And I'm sure in one year you can conquer eleven women.’ The Mad Sword's words irritated the Sweet Cat. While Fei Chen listened to the opinions of the two.
‘Part of all this is your fault, damn sword! You think a boy who never talks to humans can have a girl? Can you imagine how Chen interacted with the opposite sex? After all he had only been talking to a cat and inanimate objects.’ The Sweet Cat seemed to not want to say any further because it saw the usual reaction of Fei Chen.
‘Your words were just heard if you admit yourself to being a cat.’ Mad Sword was precisely mocking the Sweet Cat.
‘I don't want to hear that from inanimate objects!’
In the end Fei Chen shook his head slowly and listened to the debate of the Sweet Cat and the Mad Sword.
“For this matter let me decide. Take it easy, I won't regret my own decision.” As Fei Chen said so, the Sweet Cat and the Mad Sword stopped arguing