The Sword God of the South

Train Tanding

"Can. When are we gonna do it, Mommy?" zhang Fei asked excitedly.

"Now it doesn't matter, either,"

"alright. Let's start,"

Zhang Fei immediately stood up. He walked to the middle of the large field. Liu Lin followed behind him. He stopped in front of Zhang Fei within about ten steps.

"Use your sword" he said to the boy.

"Good, Mother,"

Zhang Fei immediately pulled out a sword that had always been used in his training. The sword is his favorite sword. He got the weapon from his father when he was ten years old.

"Remember, never hold back. Take out all the abilities you have,"

"Good, Mom,"

"You got it?"

"Yes, I get it,"

"good. Let's start right now,"

Liu Lin immediately prepared himself. He put up horses. So is Zhang Fei.

When the preparations were done, the youngster immediately gave his first attack.

Yush!!!

The sword in Zhang Fei's hand shot out like lightning. The sword pierced towards the heart. He immediately targeted the point of death contained in the human body.

Liu Lin smiled. With a simple gesture, he managed to brush off the tip of the sword using his fingertips.

The sword immediately bounced to the side. Not stopping there alone, Zhang Fei then continued his next attack.

The sword spun rapidly in mid-air. Slashes from both sides were immediately created. The silver light gleams enveloped Liu Lin's body.

The old woman did not feel any hassles at all. With simple but definite movements, he managed to avoid or fend off every attack carried out by his son.

The fight between mother and child was quite fierce. For quite some time, Zhang Fei was still on the attacking side.

Although each of his attacks did not pay off, the young man never gave up. He kept trying as much as he could in terms of attacking his mother.

The sword continued to flutter without stopping. A dozen moves have passed. The longer the fight, the faster the movement.

Liu Lin was always smiling. He himself felt proud to see the progress of his son who was very rapid.

More and more days, Zhang Fei's progress was more and more rapid than before.

The proof is that at this time, if he did not take it seriously enough, he might have been injured by the sword.

Yush!!! Wutt!!! Wutt!!!

Silver light and a sharp whirring of wind continued to hunt down every inch of his body. For a youngster of Zhang Fei's age, actually the ability he currently possessed was already outstanding.

"Good son, take all your abilities out. Never give up, full concentration,"

"Your feet are less agile,"

"Your sword slash is not quite right,"

"Never look away from the eyes. Keep an eye on every move your enemy makes,"

Liu Lin continued to give directions to Zhang Fei. The goal is that the child can correct his mistakes immediately.

The result is good too. Several times given a warning, it turns out the young man immediately practiced it. As a result, the attacks created were even more fierce and dangerous than before.

Without them noticing, the two had already fought over fifty moves. This was already good enough, because two days ago, Zhang Fei could only last for thirty moves.

When the two were in a fierce fight, suddenly a shadow immediately entered the fighting arena.

Blamm!!!

"My husband ..."

"Dad ..."

They shouted at the same time. It turned out that the shadow that had just flashed was none other than Zhang Xin himself.

"Don't say much, let's both of you attack me" he said with a smile.

"Oh, okay. Accept my attack, Dad,"

Yush!!!

Zhang Fei exclaimed in excitement. He was finally able to train with his father.

The young man jumped quickly. He instantly brought out one of the mainstay moves that Zhang Xin had taught him.

Unwilling to lose to the child, Liu Lin also immediately did the same. This time he did not attack with his bare hands.

The silk shawl that had been his flagship weapon, now he had taken out.

The white scarf immediately shot out as fast as lightning. Liu Lin was eyeing an important point on her husband's body.

"good. Good cooperation," the Lightning Sword spoke out excitedly.

Along with that cry, both of his hands did not remain silent. He immediately repelled the attack given by his wife and child.

A more intense fight has already taken place. The three of them seemed to be fighting seriously.

The little family had just stopped doing match training when it reached two hundred moves. When it stopped, sweat had already soaked all of his clothes. A sweat the size of a soybean seed slowly descended from its temples.

"Let's get some rest" Zhang Xin asked.

The three of them walked simultaneously and rested under the large tree that was there.

Liu Lin walked into his residence. As soon as he came out, he was seen carrying a urn of water and was immediately given to his husband and son.

Not to forget, he served roasted deer meat from Zhang Fei's hunt yesterday.

"Dad, how is my sword science now?" zhang Fei asked as he relaxed.

"Pretty good. The increase is also good. But you have to train even harder, my son,"

The old man said as he gave a warm and loving smile.

Zhang Fei smiled as well. Whenever he received praise from his parents, he always felt happy. Especially if they praised his swordsmanship.

Please note, from the beginning, Zhang Fei already had big ambitions. He wanted to be like his father, becoming a swordsman who rarely found a match.

He wanted to become a Sword God!

For some reason, he felt so loved with the sword. Even roughly, he was more affectionate towards his sword than his own life.

"My son, if you want to become a Sword God, then you must give up your entire life against a sword" Zhang Xin said.

"I understand, Dad. But, can I really become a Sword God?"

"With the talent and passion you have, I am confident that you can reach that point. Someday, you'll definitely become a Sword God,"

The old man was not talking nonsense or just praising his son. As a person who had bitterly bitter life, as a swordsman who already had countless fighting experiences, of course he could give such an assessment.

He was very confident that someday, what Zhang Fei aspired to would definitely come true. Even he also believed that in the future, his son could exceed his own abilities in terms of swordsmanship.

"My son, remember your father's message carefully,"

"I'm listening,"

"That supreme swordsmanship peak is not when you can split your hair into seven pieces without moving much. Rather it lies when you can fuse together with the sword itself. The sword is me, and I am the sword,"

Zhang Xin said with a serious face and tone. And he told the truth.