Jason frowned, but he immediately chuckled softly, “General Anno, what are you talking about? I don’t quite understand.” “Ah, cautious young one.” “I am too familiar with Gerard,” “Although you two are similar, there’s still a slight difference in temperament.” With a light laugh, the old general paused before continuing, “Moreover… Gerard excels in swordsmanship, the muscles on his back are more elongated, whereas you must specialize in the art of slashing, your muscles are more robust and intertwined.” The difference in muscles caused by swordsmanship and knife skills? “The old general’s advice was very effective.” Jason nodded without hiding anything. “Do you still need the records of the swordsmanship techniques you mentioned before?” When one breaks through an existing stage, the pursuit of the next stage has already changed, and some things that should apply become inapplicable. “I have to prove a point!” Jason declared emphatically. I have broken through my mental block! will certainly master the swordsmanship techniques with ease! Jason thought very confidently. And such confidence lasted until the next morning when Jason returned to 111 Duron Street, Hans Port. 111 Duron Street, the fifth floor. Dennise was happily hugging a bowl of snacks, watching Jason practice with his knife. Yes, practicing with a knife. In the eyes of the undead girl, every cut Jason made was powerful and heavy, as quick as lightning, and utterly captivating. “Jason, your knife skills have gotten stronger.” Dennise was someone who didn’t hide her thoughts. She complimented him straightforwardly. Jason’s movement stiffened. I was practicing swordsmanship! The ‘Fort Swallow’ legacy is renowned for its light, swift swordsmanship. It has techniques that make one strike seem like three or four. Jason walked softly over to Dennise, raised his hand, and lightly tapped on Dennise’s forehead. Dennise’s head reared back with a grimace. Then, Dennise glared at Jason fiercely. She didn’t understand why Jason had hit her. “Do you want meat bones?” Dennise cheered, raising her hands in the air. Since the departure of Jason and the others, she had been eating alone, which was terribly lonely. Now that Jason was back, she was no longer lonely. She wanted a double portion. Without leaving the fifth floor, Jason simply asked the cook to bring in a table. The plump auntie easily carried the heavy wooden table into the room, set it down as Jason had directed, and placed two bowls of meat bones on the table. Both bowls were Dennise’s. One serving per bowl. Naturally, two servings amounted to two bowls. “Sir, what will you be having?” “The usual specialty foods?” “The ones prepared for Sir Jason?” “Don’t worry, no one will know.” The plump auntie said with a smile, looking at Jason. She seemed amiable when she smiled, but Jason simply gave her a silent glance. Is my disguise really that bad? Can everyone close to me see through it? As the plump auntie looked at Jason, she started laughing and lowered her voice: “Although Lord Gerard is skilled at creating techniques, compensating for the secret technique,” “he would never use a knife to perform swordsmanship.” “There are those who use a knife for swordsmanship, yes, but those are light knives. For a heavy, broad-bladed knife like yours, similar to a firewood chopper, it is a bit difficult.” “However, given your build, I’d suggest you keep using this heavy knife, unless you want to switch weapons…” “How about a Wolf Fang Club?” “I was just trying it out.” Jason rejected the plump auntie’s kind offer. While the plump auntie was preparing his lunch, Jason stepped into the adjacent room. This was Gerard’s resting place. Important was that swords hung on the wall. Jason carefully took one down. Back muscles leading to the shoulders, using the shoulder as the medium, channeling strength into the arms, the wrist as the pivot, he swiftly thrust forward. Muttering the trick he just learned. Jason raised the sword and stabbed. the sword went over his head in one motion. Then came crashing down forcefully. The whistling sound of the air being split echoed in the room for a long time. Jason stood there dumbfounded for two seconds. Then, he silently hung the long sword back on the wall. Must be because I haven’t eaten, my blood sugar is low—that’s why I mixed up the techniques. That’s what Jason thought. Not as a consolation to himself,