After abandoning the monstrous physique, Wen Wen's physical abilities significantly decreased, but his self-control reached its peak.
Now, he could sense every subtle change in his body, so the moment his hand moved, he noticed the alteration; the feeling was entirely different from before.
"What I did earlier wasn't perfect; I feel there can be new changes."
Wen Wen closed his eyes again, calmed his mind, and adjusted his physical state to the best.
His heart, reshaped by crimson energy, beat slowly yet powerfully. Gradually, the strength belonging to Wen Wen's own body flowed from his heart, distributing to all parts of his body.
Then, this strength transformed into airflow, following the lines that were depicted, forming a marvelous circulation of energy.
Though his eyes were closed, Wen Wen seemed to see a fine thread appear in the air, and along this thread, the dagger was swung again.
*Swish!*
An arc of energy shot out from the dagger and then slowly dissipated into the air.
Wen Wen opened his eyes and looked at his posture. Although he had aimed at that thread and hadn't specifically moved in a particular stance while wielding the dagger, the posture of wielding it matched the image in the diary.
"I did it! I shot out sword energy! Uh... since it was with a dagger, it should be called dagger energy..."
Wen Wen smiled, a look of deep satisfaction on his face. The sense of accomplishment from capturing monsters and gaining new abilities was nowhere as exhilarating as improving himself.
"Indeed, the breakthrough lay in those lines. The true secret was in the energy circulation pathways represented by those lines. As for the sword-wielding stances, they were merely minor details."
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and a cactus from the neighbor's balcony fell with a *pat*, freezing the smile on Wen Wen's face.
The sword energy he had just unleashed had cut through the neighbor's plant.
Wen Wen paused for only a moment before returning home with a composed expression. He retrieved a pork leg from the containment facility and tossed it onto the neighbor's balcony.
He would consider this pork leg compensation; he could do nothing about anything else.
Afterward, Wen Wen's practice was no longer conducted on the balcony but back in the containment facility.
He knew that cutting through plants was merely the most basic application of this sword technique, as he was merely making a clumsy imitation of that trajectory.
If he could master all the stances in the diary, or even surpass the limitations mentioned within, perhaps one day Wen Wen could unleash sword energy powerful enough to cleave rivers!
"But I only practiced for half a day and was already able to shoot out sword energy. Isn't that too easy? Just how terrifying must ancient swordsmen have been?"
Wen Wen was unaware that, in ancient times, someone like him, who could practice sword energy in a single day, would have been considered a genius rarely seen in a hundred or even a thousand years.
However, his rapid progress wasn't due to being exceptionally talented, but rather because his foundation was already extremely high.
An ordinary swordsman, even after a lifetime of practice, might not be able to match Wen Wen's casual dagger thrust, as his physical condition had long since transcended the human realm.
Furthermore, his heart continuously supplied him with the energy needed to release sword energy, something ordinary swordsmen could only dream of.
Finally, the sword manual in the diary, though appearing extremely rudimentary, was actually a top-tier martial arts secret, possessing extraordinary power.
The containment officer who had obtained it was once able to fight that flood dragon solely with his sword skills!
The art of the sword had a long history. In ancient times, monsters from the inner world had already begun invading reality.
At that time, psychics were very rare. Some became lackeys of monsters, while others acted as gods and lorded over others.
Therefore, to combat powerful monsters, various training methods, such as swordsmanship, emerged.
Through accumulated practice and rigorous tempering, ordinary people could also possess the strength of low-level psychics.
However, all martial arts placed stringent demands on talent, and their upper limits were not high, making them far less practical than psychic powers. Consequently, they gradually faded into obscurity, unheeded.
To this day, some legacies still exist but are not given due importance.
Only individuals like Wen Wen, who possessed psychic powers but were determined to enhance their inherent abilities, would be interested in such things.
Following this, he practiced for an entire day, and his improvement was even more pronounced.
Now, when he used his monstrous physique, he could also employ swordsmanship, and he could even infuse monster energy into his sword energy, greatly increasing its power.
In reality, the monstrous physique did not affect his swordsmanship. However, the overwhelming presence of monstrous power prevented Wen Wen from noticing his own strength, which was why his initial practice had been ineffective.
While the power of his sword energy was still insufficient, the improvement brought about by the swordsmanship itself had significantly enhanced Wen Wen's close-combat capabilities.
With diligent practice, swordsmanship would sooner or later become Wen Wen's primary means of combat.
He practiced until he felt slightly fatigued, then left the containment facility, took a shower, and checked the time. He decided to go to the association to report in.
After parking his cool sports car, Wen Wen immediately went to the mess hall and ordered a roasted lamb leg, a portion of braised pork, and a large lobster...
Then, he sat beside a young woman wearing a gray women's suit and a headscarf, waiting for his food to arrive.
The woman had a good figure, her ample chest almost bursting the buttons, but her waist was exceptionally slender. She wore black-rimmed glasses and had a gentle face.
"Strange, I haven't seen this person before when I was at the association," said Su Dan Xiaoshuowang.
The place where Wen Wen sat was usually occupied by demon hunters; assistants generally did not sit there.
This wasn't preferential treatment, just a matter of habit.
Furthermore, the woman carried no trace of psychic energy, nor did she appear to be an assistant.
Wen Wen had an excellent memory; he had met everyone at the association at least once.
Meeting someone once made him remember them, but he had never seen this woman before.
He observed the woman for a long time until she frowned. Only then did Wen Wen avert his gaze, not because he thought it was impolite, but because his ordered dishes had arrived.
Soon, the table was filled with food that was both appealing in color and fragrance, making one's mouth water.
A full day of practice had left Wen Wen ravenously hungry, and now he could eat a lot, a considerable amount.
The digestive capacity of psychics was not comparable to ordinary people; they could consume the meals of several people at once without gaining weight.
If gluttons had such a physique, they would be incredibly fortunate.
Speaking of which, Wen Wen's greatest motivation for clocking in at the Hunter Association every day was to eat.
The old man who cooked in the association's mess hall was once a renowned chef. He was later involved in a supernatural incident and could never return to his former life.
He chose to work at the Furong River Association. Many of the association's staff were in similar situations.
They were all pitiful souls.