Chapter 200: Chapter 185: Advent of the Blood Sea! Sorry, I Need to Level Up First

A silver afterimage tore through the gray mist.

[Body Technique·Spiral Charge]!

SCHLICK!

A massive wound, deep enough to expose bone, suddenly burst open on a Wind Demon Wolf’s flank, its dark red flesh curling outward.

It didn’t even have time to let out a pained howl.

Han Feng’s figure had already appeared dozens of meters away, practically gliding along the ground.

A Wind Blade spat out by another Wind Demon Wolf grazed his scalp, shearing off a few strands of black hair.

[Ding! Spiral Charge·Proficient (382/400), Skill Proficiency +1]

Dancing between claws and fangs, weaving on the knife’s edge of life and death, the rate at which his Skill Proficiency increased finally began to skyrocket.

The slaughter had already become tedious.

Han Feng became the deadliest of dancers, weaving back and forth between the three enraged Wind Demon Wolves.

Each time, he would evade at the very last moment before their claws struck, dodging in the most perilous and unbelievable ways.

The people inside the Shield watched, their souls practically leaving their bodies in shock.

"I... I was wrong."

The Martial Artist who had previously accused Han Feng of performing a pointless ritual dance spoke with a raspy voice, barely able to form his words.

"Even if an Immortal descended, I doubt it would be more impressive than this..."

Wang Meng’s Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably. He felt like the worldview he had built over the past twenty years was being utterly shattered by that figure.

"Fengzi... Is he toying with these Tier Two Middle Stage Wind Demon Wolves like they’re dogs on a leash?"

Zhang Hao remained silent, his knuckles white from gripping his saber hilt.

He understood.

None of Han Feng’s movements were simple evasions.

He was risking his life to polish his Skills!

This madman, so utterly ruthless with himself, sent a chill running deep into his bones.

「Half an hour later.」

Han Feng’s Sword Essence was finally running dry.

He stopped prolonging the fight. With a nimble mid-air spin, he threw off the Demon Beasts and landed like a phantom back inside the Shield.

The moment he landed, Zhao Hai, the researcher from Star Sea Technology, was the first to rush over.

He held a silver metal case in his hands, his face filled with a zealous fervor, as if on a pilgrimage.

"Han Feng! Please, use as many as you need!"

"This is Star Sea Technology’s entire stock of Second Level Concentrated Spiritual Liquid! Thirty vials!"

"If it’s not enough, I’ll figure out a way to get more!"

Not a single one of the surrounding survivors was jealous.

Are you kidding?

This master was out there trading his life for all of theirs.

Forget thirty vials of Spiritual Liquid; even if they gave him their entire stall, who would dare say a single word against it?

"Thanks."

Han Feng didn’t stand on ceremony. He took the case, twisted one open, and downed it in one go.

[Sword Essence +15]

The cool energy swiftly replenished his parched Dao Veins like a sweet spring.

Wang Meng also ran over, carrying a sizzling, greasy hind leg of a Demon Beast, his face wreathed in smiles.

"Brother Feng! Freshly roasted, eat it while it’s hot!"

Han Feng took the Spiritual Liquid and the roasted meat, his gaze falling upon his own status panel.

[Spiral Charge·Proficient (399/400)]

[Reversal of Heaven and Earth·Proficient (385/400)]

’Just a little more.’

He devoured the roasted meat in a few bites and shoved the case with the remaining Spiritual Liquid into Wang Meng’s arms.

"Hold this."

Before his voice had even faded, his figure once again vanished into the gray mist.

This time, he was even more frenzied.

His entire body transformed into an elusive silver phantom, leaving a dazzling trail of afterimages as he circled the three Wind Demon Wolves.

Finally, after another impossibly close dodge, the numbers on his panel at last changed.

[Ding! Spiral Charge·Proficient (400/400), Skill Proficiency maxed out.]

[Congratulations, Host. Skill Level has been upgraded to: Mastery!]

BOOM!

A warm current instantly surged through his entire body.

Countless insights on how to utilize Spiral Force to its absolute limit flooded his mind like a stream of data.

Every muscle and joint in his body became coordinated to an unprecedented degree.

He subconsciously dashed forward.

It was no longer a simple spin; a vortex of air, visible to the naked eye, now swirled around his body!

His speed had instantly increased by thirty percent!

SPLAT!

He hadn’t even intended to attack, but the terrifying cutting power generated by his high-speed rotation had already shredded the head of a Wind Demon Wolf on the spot!

"This is... Mastery?"

Han Feng stared at the headless corpse at his feet, stunned for a moment himself.

The system’s notification chimed in right on cue.

[Ding! Host has met the promotion requirements!]

[Class: Apprentice Sword Cultivator]

[Advancement Target: Swordsman]

[Promotion Requirements:]

[1. Core Swordsmanship [Sword Control Technique] must reach the "Mastery" Level. (Achieved)]

[2. Root Bone Transformation Progress must reach [100/100]. (Achieved)]

[3. Host’s personal Cultivation must reach the [Meridian Passage Realm]. (Achieved)]

[4. At least comprehend and master three "Mastery" Level [Swordsmanship·Body Technique] skills. (2/3)]

’Just one more to go.’

Han Feng’s eyes fell on the line of text for [Reversal of Heaven and Earth].

He licked his chapped lips, the excitement and madness in his eyes practically bursting into flames.

...

「Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away, in the Secret Canyon.」

In the center of the massive Blood Array, Li Wei, whose body had been possessed by some entity, had an ashen expression. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The Array pulsed rhythmically like the blood vessels of a living creature, and countless venomous roars echoed from deep within the earth.

The dark red "Holy Infant" crystal on his chest flickered, transmitting feelings of anxiety and extreme dissatisfaction.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"Li Wei’s" face was twisted with fury.

The intricate game he had so carefully arranged had been thrown into chaos by some nameless nobody.

That solid turtle shell of a Trading Hall had turned his prepared beast tide and army of Spirit Bodies into a joke.

Aside from being wasted for nothing, they couldn’t make the slightest dent in it.

Those "sacrifices" he had implanted with "Clear Spirit Liquid" were supposed to be the perfect nourishment for the "Holy Infant’s" second transformation.

Now, they were all gone!