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Chen Ping'an attained some enlightenment while observing the waterfall, but he ultimately didn't draw his locust wood sword to emulate the sword strike that Mr. Qi had unleashed toward the pink-robed great demon in the old temple.
"What in the world is going on?" Chen Ping'an murmured to himself. "Why do I feel like my movements will definitely be wrong if I launch a sword strike? Perhaps fist techniques are completely different from sword techniques? Maybe one of them can be mastered through hard work, while the other can only be mastered through talent?"
Right now, Chen Ping'an was still unaware of the fact that this wasn't because of his lack of comprehension skills, and it most definitely wasn't because of his lack of talent in swordsmanship. Rather, everyone whom he had come across was far too powerful and profound for him, a third tier martial artist, to comprehend. This was in terms of both their cultivation base and their mystical sword techniques.
However, Chen Ping'an's eyesight and observation skills were very good. Thus, he was able to catch many fine details that ordinary martial artists were unable to notice. As a result, he felt a formless pressure weighing on himself, especially since he had a habit of seeking perfection whenever he did something.
Every time he wanted to launch a sword strike, he would inevitably compare himself to those profound cultivators and end up feeling like his sword weighed thousands of pounds.
Chen Ping'an had come across all kinds of powerful cultivators on his journey. There was Wind Snow Temple's Wei Jin, a terrestrial sword immortal who had shattered the female ghost's barrier with a single slash, with his sword arriving before his person.
Afterward, the Mohist cultivator Xu Ruo had drawn his blade — a mountain range that he had obtained from visualization and meditation — a small amount and used it to block Wei Jin's strike. Then there was also Qi Jingchun, who had casually and relaxedly launched a sword strike to shatter the Chaos Origin Golden Light Formation, a technique from White Emperor City's demonic orthodoxy.
This was completely different from his experience of learning the Mountain Shaking Fist from Ning Yao in Clay Vase Alley. Back then, Chen Ping'an could somewhat imitate Ning Yao's movements after watching her perform walking meditation a few times. In fact, he could even imitate some of the true intent of this fist technique.
However, Cui Chan's grandpa had already offered a conclusion regarding this. After reading the Mountain Shaking Guide, he said that the Mountain Shaking Fist was,...
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