Martial Master

This point is crucial for Qin Chen.

To understand, no matter how strong the True Treasure Flying Knife is, it only represents the strength of mental power and the destructive force of the knife's material itself. However, swordsmanship can encompass various meanings and enhance the power of the sword moves.

For instance, when a swordsman casually stabs with a sword, the power of that move is completely unequal to that of a sword thrust that combines equal strength and integrates the intent of the knife.

It can be said that sword moves infused with sword intent can surpass the power of moves without sword intent by several times under the same amount of strength.

Apart from sword intent, factors such as techniques and profound meanings also significantly influence the power of swordsmanship.

This is something that the True Treasure Flying Knife cannot compare with.

Think about it: apart from the most fundamental True Power, Qin Chen can completely enhance the Flying Sword with profound meanings, sword intent, mental power, and bloodline power when activating it. What a terrifying force that would be!

Moreover, coupled with the unique and bizarre nature of controlling the sword, it could even allow him to kill enemies of higher levels effortlessly.

With this sword control technique, Qin Chen gained a powerful means of survival; this secret skill is enough to rival some astonishing secret techniques he obtained in his previous life.

At the very least, during his time in the Martial Domain, he had never heard of anyone mastering such a magical technique as sword control.

"This sword control technique is perfect for me. According to the records in the manual, to cultivate this sword control technique, one must have a certain level of soul power, and my soul power has already reached the stage of solidifying the soul into form, far exceeding that of ordinary people. There is absolutely no problem."

Qin Chen was extremely excited. If he learned this sword control technique, it would undoubtedly become one of his trump cards.

Without much consideration, Qin Chen immediately began to cultivate the sword control technique.

However, he soon encountered a problem.

Cultivating the sword control technique not only demands a high quality of soul power but also requires a treasured weapon capable of bearing the soul power. Only such a weapon can imprint the soul mark, and achieving this requires a weapon of at least the Seventh Tier.

Seventh Tier treasures are called King Weapons; only they can imprint a soul mark. If the weapon is below the Seventh Tier, the control would be far less effective than treasures above the Seventh Tier, significantly reducing their power.

"In the Five Nations, the strongest treasures are only Fourth or Fifth Tier at most, and they are extremely rare. Even in the Great Might Dynasty, obtaining a Seventh Tier King Weapon would be exceedingly difficult. Where am I supposed to find one?"

Qin Chen laughed bitterly. Could he only try with ordinary treasures?

"No, that mysterious rusty sword of mine has an unknown origin; it seems to be a treasure sword from ancient times. Even I can't determine its exact tier at the moment, perhaps it can still imprint a soul mark."

With this thought, Qin Chen immediately took out the mysterious rusty sword. Following the instructions in the sword control technique, he began to condense the soul mark in his mind.

Normally, the condensation of a soul mark would require ordinary swordsmen several months, but Qin Chen's soul cultivation was exceptionally strong. In his previous life, he also had certain attainments in the realm of the soul.

Thus, after only a few hours, the soul mark had already been successfully condensed and began to imprint onto the mysterious rusty sword in his hand.

Buzz!

As the invisible soul mark entered the mysterious rusty sword, it immediately vanished without a trace.

"Did I succeed?"

Just as Qin Chen was puzzled, a chilling sensation suddenly emanated from the mysterious rusty sword.

Qin Chen felt as if he were plunged into a pitch-black space, the entire area cold and dark, resembling a purgatory, sending chills down his spine.