Pain, a splitting headache. Memories surged forward, forcefully. Images flashed like in a movie, fast and relentless.,Lin Yun pondered silently in his heart. As a sword slave, his cultivation time and resources were both hindered. For three full years, he had been unable to break through to the third level of martial arts. This original owner's comprehension was still a bit mediocre.,Today, as Lin Yun fought, he felt a clarity in his mind, understanding everything. With each punch, a surge of heat flowed through his body, and in an instant, he grasped the essence of the fist.。