"The recovery is only half of the original price. Trust me, with my advancement speed, you'll definitely make a profit." Meg smiled and said indifferently, "You should know that there's a weapon shop right next to me. For 1000 gold coins, I can also customize a good standard longsword. When the time comes, it won't be difficult to sell it for 500 gold coins."
The so-called buyer's market referred to a market trend where supply exceeded demand, and buyers were in an advantageous position in the transaction. When dealing with the system, Meg habitually placed the transaction in a buyer's market. This way, he could take the initiative in the transaction. From experience, this was a very efficient way to bargain.
"Deal!"
[Ding! 1000 gold coins have been successfully deducted! The longsword has been prepared and can be delivered at any time.]
The system's somewhat unwilling voice sounded.
"Let's do it now. Leave the sword at the balcony door." Meg's lips curled up slightly. He took out a set of loose but not cumbersome clothes from the wardrobe and changed into them before walking to the balcony.
When he opened the balcony door, a longsword was already placed at the door. It was the same longsword he used to complete the mission in Stranglethorn Vale.
After nearly being killed by the system's longsword that fell from the sky, Meg no longer had any confidence in the system's logistics. When it came to acting cool, it was better to be cautious. If the system didn't cooperate, it would be easy to fail.
Meg reached out and picked up the longsword. The hilt was slightly cold to the touch. It weighed about 2.5 kilograms, and although it was a bit heavy, it didn't seem cumbersome at all. He twirled the sword in his hand, and the edge of the sword glinted coldly under the cold moonlight, unparalleled in sharpness.
Gently closing the balcony door, Meg took a deep breath. His state of mind became incomparably calm, and his expression also became serious and solemn.
If one were to say that the repeated cooking during this period had brought about many changes to Meg, the most obvious one would be his state of mind. How to focus on one thing, how to enter a state of mind in a short period of time.
After experiencing death, he began to understand what was important to him.
In the quiet night, he held the black longsword in his hand, as if it had become one with the darkness. Then, he abruptly thrust it forward.
It was a very simple strike, without the slightest extravagance, as if it was just a casual stab.
But this sword was very straight, perfectly straight.
The tip of the sword, the body of the sword, the hilt, the wrist, the forearm … They were all in a straight line, as if they had been measured with the most precise ruler, without the slightest deviation.
It was so straightforward that there was no way to avoid it.
Meg sheathed his sword and stabbed out again expressionlessly. It was still a straight strike. The angle, speed, and even the height of his hand did not change at all.
On the balcony of the third floor, Meg stood in place under the moonlight. He raised his hand and silently stabbed again and again. Every strike seemed to be the same, but also different.
The monotonous and boring sword strikes seemed effortless, but it did not take long for Meg's forehead to be covered in fine beads of sweat. The clothes on his back were drenched in sweat, but every strike was still straight, and the angle and speed of his strikes were impeccable.
"98, 99, 100 …" After unleashing the final sword strike, Mag slowly withdrew his slightly numb hand and heaved a long sigh. A numb sensation traveled from his fingers all the way up to his entire right shoulder, but his eyes were particularly bright as he looked at the longsword in his hand, as if he were reminiscing about something.
"Thirteen Forms of Dark Shadow, a simple killing technique. The first form — — Straight Stab. When practiced to the extreme, one can counter all changes by remaining unchanged. This is the real sword." Meg whispered to himself.
This was the swordsmanship that Meg Alex had persisted in practicing for more than ten years. The first five moves were the simplest swordsmanship moves: stab, point, swipe, collapse, and slash. Meg Alex had practiced each move tens of thousands of times, and the movements had long been deeply imprinted in his body.
Meg's body had partially recovered, and now what he needed to do was to redevelop his body and stimulate the limits of what he could do at this stage, and completely control the abilities of his body.
The advancement of strength was a gradual process, and Meg wanted to become stronger, but it was somewhat different from ordinary people who worked hard to practice. The system gave him a body that had once reached the peak of human beings, and then slowly activated the potential of this body with his physical strength points. Moreover, in his memory, there were powerful swordsmanship and combat skills.
All this gave Meg a very high starting point and unlimited potential, but he was still Meg, not Alex.
It was like the system had prepared the best kitchen and ingredients for him, and threw the best recipe and experience bag into his mind. However, in order to make the most perfect dish, he also needed to practice countless times in the test field for the God of Cookery, and transform the experience of others into something that he was proficient in, and use the best ingredients to make the most perfect dish.
Now, Meg faced the same problem in order to improve his strength. He had the best body, and in his mind, there were the most suitable techniques and experiences for him. The only thing he lacked was how to completely turn these things into his own.
Of course, the current Meg was very good at doing this.
Meg felt that things that could be done with continuous effort were not a problem. In the test field for the God of Cookery, he practiced day and night without sleep, and he did not retreat at all. In the future, he would take one or two hours out every night to practice swordsmanship on his schedule.
After twisting his wrist, Meg switched the longsword in his hand to his other hand, and continued to stab forward with the sword in his left hand. His movements were just as accurate and fast, or even faster.
On the Norland Continent, everyone knew that Meg Alex's right-hand sword was very fast, but many people also knew that his left-hand sword was even faster.
On that night three years ago, when he was ambushed by six 10th-tier powerhouses, Alex had killed three of them, and he had used his left-hand sword.
It's a pity that I can't use origin power before I reach the 5th-tier. That's a pity, Meg thought to himself as he practiced his swordsmanship seriously. He flipped through the incredible sword techniques in his mind, and his heart itched a little.
The so-called origin power was somewhat similar to the internal power in wuxia novels.
The innately weak humans were able to have the last laugh during the war among species, and share the continent with the eight major species equally. The most important thing was that humans had awakened the cultivation method of origin power 1,000 years ago, and that gave them the ability to fight against giant dragons and demons head-on.
The cultivation of origin power increased the upper limit of the human body. Whether it was strength or speed, it could be improved with the increase of origin power.
And after reaching the 5th-tier, coupled with the corresponding battle techniques, one could even release origin power, and increase one's combat power in a straight line.
A 50-meter-long saber aura might be a little exaggerated, but a three-to-five-meter-long sword aura was not an exaggeration.
Back then, Meg Alex was at the peak of the 10th-tier, and his sword aura was 12 meters long, and he shocked the world by slaying a dragon with one sword!
Just the thought of splitting a fireball with one sword made one feel inexplicably high.
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