Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 797 - 795: Ten-Armed Floating Butcher, Invincible in Battle!
"The Ten Thousand Water Xuan Palm..."
Luo Feng examined the script in the Secret Manual, then turned to Ling Qingwu and said, "Is this the palm technique you used when we sparred last time?"
"Yes."
Ling Qingwu nodded. "However, I have only cultivated the Ten Thousand Water Xuan Palm to the third level. I can’t achieve a perfect balance of hardness and softness, so I can only unleash thirty percent of its power."
Luo Feng was secretly amazed. Just thirty percent of its power was so formidable! If Ling Qingwu had cultivated the Ten Thousand Water Xuan Palm to the sixth level, he might not have been able to block even a single move in their previous spar.
Letting go, Luo Feng looked towards another bookshelf and placed his palm on the Yuan Qi shield of a fiery red Secret Manual.
"Daluo Golden Flame Skill, a top-notch Profound Level Cultivation Technique divided into nine layers. It was said to be the unique Cultivation Technique of the Chiyan Sect two thousand years ago."
"When cultivating this technique, your Yuan Qi can generate flame energy, unleashing destructive power with every move! The first three levels form the Daluo Flame Illumination Art, a mid-Profound Level technique. Upon completing the Daluo Flame Illumination Art, one can continue to cultivate. The sixth level extends to form the ’Flame Feather Armor,’ which combines offense and defense. The highest realm, the ninth level, can manifest the illusion of a thousand soldiers—unstoppable and incinerating everything in its path!"
"Daluo Flame Illumination Art..."
Luo Feng looked at the introduction in the Secret Manual, his eyebrows raised.
He remembered that Yang Wanyi had once practiced the Daluo Flame Illumination Art and wondered if she had started cultivating the Daluo Golden Flame Skill now.
Ling Qingwu, who was beside him, seemed to discern Luo Feng’s thoughts and said casually, "A month ago, Yang Wanyi perfected her Daluo Flame Illumination Art and began cultivating the Daluo Golden Flame Skill."
"I thought as much."
Luo Feng smiled, unsurprised. Yang Wanyi once slew three captains of the Demon Sect’s Blood Saber Guards using the Daluo Flame Illumination Art. Her cultivation level must have already been quite high back then.
Ling Qingwu seemed reluctant to discuss Yang Wanyi further and walked to the innermost bookshelf. "These are all fist techniques," she said.
Luo Feng nodded and walked over. Taking a quick look at the bookshelf, he was secretly astonished.
The two or three dozen Secret Manuals on the shelves were all top-notch Profound Level fist techniques. A single top-notch Profound Level fist technique, if taken out into the martial world, would incite a bloodbath, causing countless Martial Artists to risk their lives fighting for it. Yet, there were so many here!
"No wonder so many people are practically breaking their heads to get into the Golden Palace..."
Looking at the Secret Manuals before him, Luo Feng couldn’t help but sigh internally.
A Martial Artist’s cultivation depends heavily on resources and talent. The major clans boast numerous masters precisely because they possess abundant resources. Even disciples from major clans with mediocre talent, guided by famous teachers from childhood, practicing advanced martial arts, and supplied with plentiful Spirit Pills, can achieve considerable prowess. In contrast, disciples from poor families must scrimp and save just to afford a single Grade One Spirit Pill. The martial arts they practice are common, and their training is arduous. To surpass the disciples of wealthy families, they must shed even more blood and sweat. It is for this reason that countless people view entering the Golden Palace and stepping into the holy land as an opportunity to leap over the dragon gate—a chance for a monumental breakthrough in their martial journey.
Taking a deep breath, Luo Feng began to examine the fist technique Secret Manuals on the bookshelf.
"Gentle Water Sky Cloud Fist, Limitless Seven Stars Fist, Clear Wind Mirror Moon Fist, No-phase Flying Leaf Fist..."
As he read through the introductions of several Secret Manuals one after another, Luo Feng’s brow gradually furrowed.
All these fist techniques were top-notch Profound Level Secret Manuals and were incredibly formidable, but none seemed suitable for him. The Gentle Water Sky Cloud Fist, much like Ling Qingwu’s Ten Thousand Water Xuan Palm, was a martial art that emphasized using softness to overcome hardness, capable of achieving great results with minimal force. The Limitless Seven Stars Fist required coordination with the Seven-star Yao Light Step movement technique to unleash its full power. The Clear Wind Mirror Moon Fist focused on the integration of motion and stillness; it was a versatile fist technique, elegant yet concealing deadly intent. The No-phase Flying Leaf Fist demanded high proficiency in Qinggong. Its movements were light and graceful, and when cultivated to the extreme, could achieve the Thousand Hands Formlessness realm, triumphing through sheer speed.
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After reviewing eight different fist techniques, Luo Feng pondered silently. So far, the martial arts he had cultivated, whether the Eight Wildernesses Dominating Flame Fist or the Golden Crow Great Annihilation Saber, all possessed a fierce and domineering style, capable of eradicating all evil with a single move. He preferred this directness and disliked overly intricate methods. These fist techniques, however, primarily focused on variations and seemed more suited for women, not him.
Ling Qingwu, noticing Luo Feng’s expression, said, "Linglong Hall has never had a male Disciple before. You are the first."
Luo Feng understood the implication in her words and gave a bitter smile. "But I’m not accustomed to those delicate, twisting moves. One punch, the enemy drops dead instantly—how satisfying is that?"
"I guessed you would say something like that."
Ling Qingwu pursed her red lips, her jade-like finger pointing to a Secret Manual on the bottommost shelf. "Among these fist techniques," she said, "I believe only this one suits you."
"Oh?"
Luo Feng placed his palm on the compartment Ling Qingwu indicated.
HUM!
As the Yuan Qi shield shimmered slightly, rows of characters appeared.
"Sky Fire King Fist, a top-notch Profound Level fist technique. The practitioner must possess extremely high comprehension and unshakeable self-confidence, a king’s heart capable of defeating ten thousand enemies! How can the timid and weak-hearted become a king? They would find it impossible to grasp the true essence of the Sky Fire King Fist!"
"This fist technique consists of four levels. Each advancement to the next level allows the condensation of two Sky Fire King’s Arms. Once the fourth level of Great Accomplishment is achieved, it can form the Ten-Armed Floating Butcher! A single punch carries the might of a thousand soldiers and horses, an aura that swallows thousands of miles—invincible and indomitable!"
"Ten-Armed Floating Butcher, invincible, indomitable! What domineering momentum!"
Looking at the Secret Manual’s introduction, Luo Feng’s eyes lit up.
Just reading these few simple lines made his blood boil with excitement. If the fist techniques he had seen earlier were like gleaming, sharp swords, then this Sky Fire King Fist was an unparalleled treasured saber. It didn’t win through sharpness alone; its sheer momentum could overwhelm any foe.
"This Sky Fire King Fist is too domineering. Except for the Second Hall Master, no one has practiced it for a long time. What do you think?" Ling Qingwu looked up at Luo Feng and asked.
"Excellent. This is the one."
Luo Feng genuinely liked the Sky Fire King Fist. He turned to Ling Qingwu and said, "Thanks a lot! It’s lucky you came this time. I’ll treat you to dinner sometime to properly thank you."
"I’m not Nanxuan." Ling Qingwu gave Luo Feng a sidelong glance, a rare smile touching her pretty face, and calmly said, "Let’s go."
"Alright."
Luo Feng nodded, memorized the location of the Sky Fire King Fist, and the two walked out side by side.
At this moment, the air stirred, and a slender figure appeared at the entrance to the third floor.
Someone’s here?
Only the top ten Inner Sect Disciples were qualified to freely enter and exit the third floor of the Lingxiao Pavilion. Luo Feng had already found out that Ling Qingwu was ranked seventh among the Inner Sect Disciples, while Yang Wanyi was ranked eighth. Seeing another person arrive, he couldn’t help but look over.
The newcomer was about eighteen years old. Her light blue uniform fit perfectly, accentuating her graceful figure. She had fair features and a blue, treasured sword strapped to her waist, giving her a valiant and heroic bearing. However, her eyes were exceedingly cold.
"Senior Sister," Luo Feng said, cupping his fist to the newcomer.
Ling Qingwu might not care about such formalities, but that didn’t mean others felt the same. The newcomer was one of the top ten Inner Sect Disciples, so it was proper for Luo Feng to address her as Senior Sister.
The heroic-looking young woman glanced at Ling Qingwu, her Daimei furrowing slightly. When her gaze fell on Luo Feng, it turned several degrees colder.
"Hmph. It seems you’ve already chosen a Secret Manual. The Second Hall Master is indeed biased."
Hmm?
Luo Feng detected the sarcasm in her words. He frowned slightly, straightened up, and looked directly at her. "Senior Sister, what do you mean by that?" he asked.
The heroic-looking young woman raised an eyebrow. "Exactly what I said," she replied.
After saying this, she gave a cold smile and, saying no more, turned to walk further inside, but Luo Feng reached out and stopped her.
"Please explain yourself clearly."
