The Supreme God of Martial Arts
Chapter 436 Swordsmanship Genius (Part Two)

The next thing he knew, Austin felt a transformation happening inside him.

A cracking sound could faintly be heard.

It was a soft, clear sound like a chicken breaking opened its shell. Simultaneously, another sword radiance formed in his soul. Soon enough, his sword intent had leveled up to the eighth.

And this took place right after he had absorbed the ghost's broken soul!

Just then, another sound broke out.

This time, it was the sound of metal banging on the floor coming from reality. One of the hundred swords on the shelf split in the middle to create two perfect pieces. Once cut in half, its flashing stopped, and the sword turned into an ordinary weapon!

"What?"

The three elderly spectators could not help but gasp.

"How could this happen?”

They stared at the broken sword with their eyes wide-open

"So, this young man has really defeated the swordsman's ghost! For God's sake," one of them said, as he stood stupefied.

"I knew he was talented! I knew he must be a genius swordsman. But I didn't expect him to be this excellent and competent at such a young age!" the other old man echoed.

The three were totally surprised by Austin's performance, of course, without having the slightest idea that Austin's spiritual sense was now as good as that of many Sky Realm cultivators. They would by no means know that it was Austin’s spiritual power, instead of his sword intent, that had played a bigger role.

"As I see it, he has not only beaten the ghost, and crushed its soul but also made it part of his cultivation achievement,” the third one pointed out. "See the sword aura he releases? It's definitely different from before. And much stronger, if I must say!"

While the elderly group continued to discuss Austin's talents, the young warrior had no plans to celebrate his most recent achievement. Instead, his spiritual sense was trying to dive into another sword.

Here was another excellent occasion to level up his sword intent. By simply absorbing the soul of one of these swords, his sword intent level jumped to the eighth.

It was not hard to imagine that he could make greater strides by absorbing more of these souls.

And it was a chance that Austin knew was too good to pass up. Besides, the three elderly guys didn't seem to want to stop him for now, so Austin decided he might as well continue without paying attention to them.

With a small whoosh, Austin's spiritual sense entered another sword. As expected, the ghost inside rose up against him. But Austin instantly knew how to win the fight easily this time, not to mention that his sword intent was more powerful than before.

So, in about half an hour, Austin shattered its soul and made the debris part of himself.

And his sword intent was now at level nine!

And like it was blowing the triumphant horns for him, the second sword broke in half at once as welll. ...

"What a genius in swordsmanship!" one of the three thundered in excitement.

The sharp sound of a second cracking sword stirred him. He took a deep breath when he saw the result but was still unable to hide his shock at what happened.

"This guy looks no more than 18 but has demonstrated incredible talent in swordsmanship.

I can only imagine what a powerful and famous swordsman he would become in the future!" the second one declared.

It was hard to contain their excitement watching someone so talented "I couldn't agree more.

We wouldn't even dare to boast about having such talent when we were his age,” the third one praised.

"But..." he briefly hesitated, "he has broken two swords already.

Should we stop him now, brothers?

Remember, the swords are part of the royal collections. Those things are worth a fortune, so it is worrisome,” the third man pointed out.

His brows were knitted tightly as he raised his point.

"Damn the royal collections!” the eldest one said scornfully.

"The swords are treasures only when they are owned by swordsmen. Otherwise, they are like everything else in this dusty room that is rotting. And for a swordsman, everything in this world could serve as a sword. Good swords don't necessarily have to be made of valuable metal or to be forged into specific shapes. If a swordsman fails to realize this fact, he is going to limit himself in his cultivation,” he explained.

"My little brother, you call yourself a swordsman, yet you have failed to learn this truth. It's no wonder you haven't made great progress over the years.

You must think of yourself as the sword. See this young man? He is a brilliant sword, both body and mind, for he could be forged by anything relating to swordsmanship. He is a treasure himself.

And these swords without any owners are no more than sticks compared to him!" he told his companions.

"What's more, most of the souls dwelling in those swords have actually been imprisoned for hundreds of years, during which their spiritual power keeps decreasing. If left to gather dust on a shelf like this, they are bound to disappear soon.

In this case, they seem to have had the good fortune to meet this young man and become a part of his cultivation. At least the souls and swordsmanship they carry have again found a qualified owner,” he sighed.

"Well, the three of us have spent our entire life studying swordsmanship, and it's our luck that we have seen such a good swordsman like this young man at last. Why don't we just help him become the best?

I'd say we, the older ones, should forgive him for breaking the swords, and take the fall for him.

Anyway, I don't think the king would punish three old men with honor for this," he proposed.

"It's settled then. Make it a gift for this talented boy.

We have to keep in mind that geniuses in swordsmanship like him are hard to find nowadays!" the old man concluded.

Then the three left the room, dragging the perplexed eunuch out.

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