Ultraman's opening scene: lifting up Kuroshio Island

Minghui glanced at it and showed a disappointed expression.

The few pages that were blown off seemed normal at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it could be seen that they had been torn in the middle.

"It's still a little short."

Shaking his head helplessly, Minghui wiped the sweat from his forehead and recalled the instructions of the monk Shiguan.

"You have the strength and precision, but your control is still lacking. Swing your knife with all your might at these papers. When your full-force strike lands on the paper without causing any damage, then your control will have achieved a slight level of success."

At first, he was full of confidence and felt that doing this was nothing special.

But he soon realized he was wrong. Even with his enhanced comprehension, it was still extremely difficult to achieve what the monk Shi Guan had said.

A week has passed, and he can only manage to cut three pages with a single stroke.

This is partly because wooden knives are not very sharp; if given a real iron weapon, the number would likely be several times higher.

After all, with his current strength, he generates wind pressure when he swings his sword, and the wind pressure alone is enough to cut these papers to shreds.

It is not an easy task to completely subdue all these forces.

After a short rest, Minghui resumed his practice.

As the knife fell, his brows furrowed even deeper.

Four pages.

The four pages of white paper that fluttered down were somewhat glaring.

Minghui shook his head slightly, put the wooden knife in his hand aside, and found a place to sit down.

My mind is in turmoil; now is not the time to practice swordsmanship.

"Today... should be alright?"

Minghui felt a sense of anticipation, which was also the reason for his inner turmoil.

It has been eight days since the Zuluk metal and sword wheel grass were handed over to the monk Shiguan. According to the monk Shiguan, he should be able to get his sword today!

What would a knife made of space metal look like?

Putting aside the quality, just based on its rarity, it must be among the best on Earth, right?

Minghui's lips curled into a smile, his anticipation growing stronger.

Just then, his brow twitched, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure walking towards him.

Dressed in coarse linen clothes, with gray hair and beard, and carrying a large basket on his back, who else could he be but the monk Shi Guan?

"Master Shi Guan!"

Minghui quickly got up and ran over to the monk with ten strings of cash. When he arrived in front of him, he kept looking at the monk's hands.

No?

Minghui felt a chill run down his spine.

"Haha, Minghui, look at how impatient you are!" The monk with ten strings of cash chuckled. He reached into the basket on his back and smiled at Minghui, "I know you've been waiting for this for a long time, here you go!"

Under Minghui's watchful gaze, the monk with ten strings of cash slowly withdrew his hand from the basket on his back.

A samurai sword, about one meter long including the hilt, was then displayed before Minghui.

The blade was completely wrapped in a black cloth, so Minghui could not yet see its full appearance.

At that moment, Minghui's heart suddenly calmed down. He thanked the monk for the ten strings of cash again, then solemnly accepted the money with both hands and held it to his chest.

Gently stroking the fine black cloth wrapped around the blade, Minghui's fingers trembled slightly, and the knots binding it were instantly untied. The black cloth wrapped around the blade, like a black dragon, meandered down and slowly fell to the ground.

The black cloth fell away, revealing the scabbard hidden inside. The scabbard was simple and unadorned, made of just a piece of ordinary wood, but it exuded an indescribable sense of weight and solidity.

But that's not the main point.

Minghui took a deep breath and slowly gripped the hilt of the knife. As soon as he touched it, a feeling of perfect harmony welled up in his heart.

He silently praised the monk's skill and slowly pulled the knife out.

In an instant, a cold glint appeared, its chilling light stinging Minghui's eyes.

Suppressing his discomfort, Minghui looked down and exclaimed in admiration the moment he saw it: "What a beautiful knife!"

The blade is long and slender with a slight curve, and the edge is as thin as a cicada's wing, gleaming with a faint, cold light.

Minghui was not familiar with Japanese swords, but just by looking at the design, he could tell that the monk Shiguan had excellent sword-forging skills.

What's most peculiar is that, perhaps because it's made of Zuluk metal and sword wheel grass, unlike the bright silver blades of ordinary swords, this sword has a bluish-purple blade with red and yellow accents on the upper part, giving it a dreamlike appearance.

It can almost be called a work of art!

The only drawback is that, perhaps due to insufficient materials, the blade is rather thin, which makes Minghui somewhat worried about its sturdiness.

Perhaps sensing his concerns, the monk with ten strings of cash smiled and said, "Why not give it a try?"

Minghui nodded, his heart already itching to try.

Minghui's eyes flashed as he looked at a tree as thick as an adult's waist. He took a step forward and slashed out with his long sword.

The moment the blade struck, Minghui sensed something different. He had never delivered such a smooth blow before, feeling almost no resistance. It was as if a hot knife was cutting through butter as the long blade flashed past the trunk of the tree.

Sheathing his sword, Minghui walked over and gently pushed it with his outstretched hand.

"Snap! Snap!..."

A sound of branches snapping and breaking rang out, and the huge tree, as thick as an adult's waist, crashed down.

Looking at the longsword in his hand, which remained completely unaffected, Minghui revealed a satisfied smile.

"A fine knife!"

The monk standing to the side shook his head, somewhat displeased, and said, "Chopping down trees is a matter for axes, how can you use this knife to cut them? Go, try that one!"

Following the direction indicated by the monk with ten strings of cash, Minghui was astonished to find that it was a rock the size of a water vat.

“Chop...the stone?” Minghui hesitated.

The monk with ten strings of cash nodded, stroking his beard: "Of course, you must trust your knife!"

"OK then!"

Taking a deep breath, Minghui gripped the hilt of his knife and walked to the boulder.

He raised the longsword and examined it. The bluish-purple blade had a slight translucency, making it look more like jade than metal. Minghui was still slightly apprehensive about using it to cut through the hard boulder.

"Stop being so long-winded!" came the impatient voice of the monk with ten strings of cash.

Minghui gritted his teeth, twisted his body, and placed the knife horizontally at his waist.

The next moment, he mustered all his strength and slashed the boulder in front of him with his knife.

"Break it for me!"

Chapter 57 Long Sword Under the Moon!

During this week, Minghui has been practicing controlling his strength when striking with full power. Although his control is still lacking, he has managed to unleash his full power.

The enhanced [D+] level strength and [C-] level speed far exceed the level of ordinary humans. Such a full-force attack can only be described as earth-shattering.

Even with just a wooden sword, one can bring wind pressure into an attack; now that one has obtained a good weapon, that power is even more unstoppable!

He had been worried, but the moment the blade struck the boulder, Minghui felt completely at ease.

The feeling was almost the same as when I chopped down the big tree. If there was any difference, it was that the big tree felt like a lump of butter, while the boulder felt like a piece of foam brick. That was all!

It was as if a crescent moon, blue-purple in color, had risen here, its sharpness piercing straight into the boulder.

Cut it off!

Without any suspense, the boulder was completely cut in half from the middle!

Just then, Minghui's expression changed slightly, and he tiptoed backward at lightning speed.

Almost at the same moment, a muffled sound came from inside the boulder, and then it exploded with a bang.

The exploding debris shot out in all directions at great speed, like bullets leaving a gun.

Fortunately, Minghui dodged in time, and the flying pebbles did not harm him.

Once everything had calmed down, Minghui raised the long sword in his hand to his eyes, looking at the blue-purple blade with immense satisfaction.

He spoke softly, "I'll call you...Mingyue!"

“You can rest assured about the sturdiness of this knife,” the monk with ten strings of cash said as he walked over from a distance. “Although I’ve never seen those two materials you gave me before, their sturdiness is second to none among all the metals I’ve ever seen. If it weren’t for the fact that I, this old man, have some skills, I probably wouldn’t have been able to handle them!”

The monk, who held ten strings of cash, stroked his beard and nodded, feeling extremely satisfied with the forging process.

"Thank you for your trouble, Master Shi Guan!"

Minghui thanked him again, his expression sincere.

Master Shi Guan did indeed give him a big surprise. He hadn't had much hope of forging a knife with cosmic metal, but he didn't expect that Master Shi Guan would not only forge the knife, but also far exceed his expectations.

This trip to Xinshan was incredibly rewarding!

"Don't be too happy yet. Try using this knife again to practice your previous control training."

The monk waved his hand dismissively, then, as if he had thought of something, smiled and spoke to Minghui.

"Ok?"

Minghui was slightly taken aback, not understanding what he meant.

However, he still listened to the monk's words. Minghui walked to the wooden table, confidently raised the Dark Moon in his hand, paused slightly, and then fiercely chopped down.

"Splash~"

A sound of fluttering paper filled the air as countless white sheets of paper drifted down like butterflies in flight. Beneath them lay Minghui's blank, expressionless face.

"Crack... Boom!"

With a soft thud, the wooden table in front of Minghui split in two and crashed to the ground.

Spicy!

Minghui's face was filled with despair.

He realized that he couldn't even control a blunt weapon like a wooden knife properly, which would cut the paper. It would be even more difficult with the incredibly sharp Mingyue.