The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

The fog outside the alley was still churning, and Lin Xinmai's eyes were filled with complex emotions as she watched Wu Jing rushing towards her.

But Wu Jing didn't care about any of that; all she could see was the sharp claw getting closer and closer to Lin Xinmai.

Just before the corpse's claws were about to slash Lin Xinmai's neck.

*Snap!*

A sharp metallic clanging sound rang out.

Wu Jing's training sword had already passed through the gap between the corpse and Lin Xinmai, blocking Lin Xinmai's path.

The ear-piercing scraping sound was the sound produced when Wu Jing's training sword collided with the zombie's claws.

With the support of her internal energy and blood, Wu Jing unleashed tremendous power in an instant, and the corpse's claws were flung aside by the fierce strike of the training sword.

Even the corpse-like creature staggered slightly.

But it was only a slight stumble.

The corpse seed regained its balance in less than a second.

It let out a low, guttural sound, as if squeezed from the depths of its throat. Its cloudy eyes remained fixed on Wu Jing, without anger or fear, only a kind of instinctive attention.

This time, it no longer looked at Lin Xinmai who had fallen to the ground, but turned its entire body around to face Wu Jing on the other side.

Seeing this, Wu Jing was not alarmed.

Or rather, this is exactly what she wanted to achieve!

She stood with her sword horizontally, assuming a defensive stance from the basic sword techniques of martial arts.

Looking at the corpses with their hideous faces, I inexplicably thought of the figure I used to see every day: If it were you, what would you do?

Then, Wu Jing took two deep breaths, gripped her sword firmly again, cleared her mind of all the strange thoughts, and focused all her attention on her first real battle against the Corpse Species.

Through several encounters in the past few days, Wu Jing has summarized some characteristics of the corpse in front of her. For example, its speed is not very fast, even slower than that of an ordinary adult running at full speed. Of course, it is also possible that the other party did not use its full strength.

However, its strength was much greater than that of an ordinary adult. Even Wu Jing's powerful strike, which was infused with her blood and qi, only made its body sway slightly, and could not truly defeat it!

And the last point is also the one that Wu Jing finds most troublesome.

This guy's body structure seems to be completely different from that of ordinary creatures!

The sharp weapon pierced its body without causing it any damage!

However, at the same time, Wu Jing also discovered a crucial point, which is very advantageous to the current situation!

Is that the corpse creature in front of us? It seems to lack intelligence?

Or rather, it has a very low level of intelligence and only acts on instinct in a certain sense!

Thinking of this, Wu Jing felt reassured.

The difficulty level of intelligent monsters and non-intelligent monsters is obviously not on the same level!

Looking at the grotesque corpse that had given up on the fallen Lin Xinmai and was approaching her with eerie steps, Wu Jing's eyes flickered over its neck, heart, lower limbs and other parts.

As the drooling corpse drew closer to her, Wu Jing finally drew her sword.

She thrust her longsword forward with a perfectly executed 'thrust' motion.

puff-

The tip of the longsword pierced the corpse's neck with almost no resistance.

Unfortunately, the corpse still showed no signs of injury, and even allowed the longsword to penetrate deeper and deeper into its neck, while it continued to approach Wu Jing with the longsword protruding.

boo——

Seeing that attacking the neck was ineffective, Wu Jing immediately withdrew her longsword.

Taking two steps back, Wu Jing looked at the training sword in her hand, a look of disbelief flashing in her eyes.

However, at this moment, she didn't feel that the corpse in front of her was particularly difficult to kill.

Instead, she clearly remembered that just this morning, her basic thirteen postures didn't seem to be this standard.

After finishing her sword practice this morning, she did not do any other practice.

Why is her basic thirteen postures now so smooth and standard?

Even if she developed Qi and blood, it would only improve her hand-eye coordination. If she wanted the basic thirteen postures to be as smooth, she would need to practice for a period of time.

But why was the angle, force, and body coordination of that sword strike far beyond her level this morning?

Two guesses flashed through Wu Jing's mind:

Could it be that I've had a sudden enlightenment?

Or perhaps it is under such extreme tension that one's attention is completely focused, and only then is one's potential fully realized?

Of the two guesses, Wu Jing leans more towards the latter.

Thinking of this, a hint of madness, which she herself was unaware of, flashed in Wu Jing's eyes: If that were really the case...

At this moment, the corpse had stood still again, taking uncoordinated steps as it approached Wu Jing step by step.

Then, without any hesitation, Wu Jing drew her sword again.

This time it's the "drawing" posture of the basic thirteen postures.

Following the key points of the "drawing" technique, Wu Jing used her waist to generate power, which then led to her arm, and exerted force at the front of the sword.

The next moment, the training sword in her hand whistled through the air as she slammed it horizontally towards the head of the zombie in front of her.

Snapped--

After a crisp sound, the head of the grinning corpse tilted to one side under the force of the sword.

Its neck also formed an inhuman curve, as if it had no spine.

But this did not stop it from continuing to approach Wu Jing's location.

Wu Jing was not discouraged even though the "drawing" technique did not work.

In fact, the fervor in her eyes was even more intense.

Because she clearly realized it.

That "drawing" technique she just used far exceeded her level from this morning!

It has reached an exceptionally high standard!

As the distance between her and the corpse species shortened again, Wu Jing took two steps back once more.

Next is the "Strike" move from the Thirteen Basic Forms.

Wu Jing gripped her sword with both hands and slashed downwards at the corpse in front of her.

But it was still of little use. The most powerful of the thirteen stances only made the corpse seed pause slightly.

But Wu Jing showed no sign of stopping. Her movements became more fluid, and she continuously executed each move of the Thirteen Basic Postures!

This even includes a few moves that Wu Jing had only just begun to grasp!

Even those few moves that only had a superficial understanding of the techniques were executed with perfect precision, as if they had practiced for a long time!

However, Wu Jing wasn't thinking about that at the moment; her mind was completely absorbed in the sword in her hand.

She seemed to have forgotten the situation. In her eyes, the trajectory of the sword became clear, the force exerted by her wrist became smooth, and her body no longer needed her to adjust it deliberately. It was as if she had caught up with the rhythm on her own in a certain moment.

She repeatedly performed the thirteen basic stances.

Meanwhile, the proficiency in the basic thirteen postures is also increasing at an alarming rate.

In numerical terms, that's +10, +10, +10 to the proficiency level of "Basic Swordsmanship (Part 1)".

In the shadows at the end of the alley, Lin Xinmai, who was lying on the ground and wanted to say something, looked at the girl in front of her who was constantly swinging her sword, and her mouth opened slightly involuntarily.

Having studied martial arts, she could naturally see some clues: "Xiao Jing, what's going on..."

"They're using the corpses as tools for sword practice?"

Her voice was almost inaudible, as if she were confirming a judgment that she herself could hardly believe.

Then, only the heavy breathing of the corpses and the faint rustling of the wind as the swords sliced ​​through the air remained in the alley.