William Clark was not sure, but because he had been interested in this sword technique at the time, he had indeed carefully read the passage describing this move, which also explained the technique in detail. Therefore, he was not afraid that this was merely a technique with the same name.

Comparing the moves above with what he knew, he found that what was drawn on this thin cloth was exactly the Three Immortals Sword move he knew, and the introduction on the cloth was even more detailed and precise. As long as one followed the instructions on this piece of cloth, William Clark believed that even someone who had never practiced martial arts could master this sword move. As for how powerful it would be in the end... that was hard to say.

Holding the thin cloth in his left hand and forming a sword with the fingers of his right hand, William Clark practiced the moves for a while, memorizing the entire sword technique completely. However, this did not mean he had mastered the move; he still needed to practice it many times before his body would remember how to use it.

As for how to choose the right moment to use it in actual combat, that would require accumulating more fighting experience.

Unknowingly, it was already late at night. After carefully putting the thin cloth away, William Clark returned to bed to continue resting. At this moment, however, another problem was troubling him.

"Why did the martial arts from Master Jin's novel suddenly appear before me?"

The only explanation was that strange ring on his hand. He still clearly remembered that he hadn't been holding anything, and the place where he was standing wouldn't have allowed him to bump into anything. This ruled out the possibility that the thin cloth had been knocked out from somewhere.

At the same time, he distinctly felt that the ring had absorbed something from his body, and only then did the thin cloth appear. "So, is it the ring that's strange? Then what exactly did it absorb at that time?"

As he thought about it, William Clark suddenly remembered the injury on his chest, which led him to think of the legendary inner strength.

"Could it be that the ring absorbed my inner strength?"

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Chapter 3 The Ring

Focusing all his attention on the ring on his finger, William Clark quickly discovered an even more critical problem: he didn't know how to use inner strength!

He didn't even know if this body had any inner strength at all. After all, the idea that the ring absorbed inner strength was just his own speculation—maybe he was wrong.

"Damn it, what exactly made it work just now?"

Carefully recalling how he had managed to 'summon' that secret manual, William Clark tried to replicate everything he had done before.

"Clenching my fist?" After thinking for a while, William Clark remembered that it was at the very moment he clenched his fist that the ring suddenly absorbed something through the part in contact with him, and then the sword technique manual appeared before him.

Focusing his attention on his left fist, William Clark began to clench it tightly. He felt like he was using all his strength, but the ring still showed no reaction.

In the end, his left hand was almost sore from clenching, but he still failed to 'summon' anything again, which left William Clark rather frustrated.

However, the repeated failures only provoked William Clark's stubbornness. Having been stubborn since childhood, William Clark was the type who wouldn't give up until he hit a dead end—and even then, he might not turn back. So instead of giving up, he took the ring off his now sore left hand and put it on the index finger of his right hand, which felt normal.

Then he continued the same 'foolish' act as before, as if he were competing with himself... After all, if anyone walked in and saw him now, they wouldn't think his behavior was very smart—'foolish' was probably the kindest of all the negative adjectives that could be used.

The night slowly passed like this, and as William Clark lay on his bed sulking at his own fist, he unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

His physical condition was not ideal. Having just recovered from a serious injury, William Clark had so much energy after waking up partly because he was uneasy about his new environment after crossing over, and partly because he was excited that such a legendary event had happened to him.

Now that he was basically sure he was temporarily safe, and the excitement had faded, he quickly relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.

He slept straight through until the afternoon of the next day, only waking up because he was hungry. He hadn't had a drop of water during his two days of unconsciousness, and after waking up yesterday, he had been so distracted by one thing after another that he forgot to eat. Otherwise, he might have slept straight through to the evening.

Opening his eyes, the first thing William Clark saw was the large bowl placed on the table. Sitting up, he could see that the bowl was filled with rice porridge.

Although it looked rather plain and had no oil or meat, to the starving William Clark, this bowl of rice porridge was almost as tempting as a feast.

Climbing out of bed and rubbing his still slightly aching chest, William Clark walked over and finished the bowl of porridge in just a few bites.

With something in his stomach, he felt much better, and his mind began to work normally again.

"This porridge is almost cold. Looks like it's been sitting here for a while!"

He was now basically certain of the season. Even if it wasn't the beginning of summer, summer hadn't been gone for long. The temperature in the room wasn't low, and a bowl of hot porridge would have cooled down after sitting at this temperature for some time.