Peerless Battle Spirit

Chapter 533 - Relearning the Saber Art

“You…”

Elder Wang turned around with a shocked expression.

It had only been little more than an hour. Why had Duan Qing called him all of a sudden?

Could it be that he had learned the ancient Martial Art within an hour?

“Did…did you finish learning the ancient Martial Art?”

Elder Wang soon calmed his thoughts and asked curiously.

“Mm, I’ve mastered its basics, and would need some time to refine it.”

Qin Nan let out a smile.

With the help of his left eye of the Divine God of Battle, he could easily understand the whole Martial Art by reading the manual once.

“WHAT?”

Elder Wang’s heart shuddered violently.

Did he actually learn it in an hour?

He subconsciously glimpsed at Mu Chengye and the rest of the geniuses, and discovered that many of them were still immersed in the learning process of their respective Martial Arts.

“What’s wrong?” Qin Nan was startled. Why would Elder Wang behave wildly when he had only mastered the basics of the ancient Martial Art?

“No…nothing.” Elder Wang took a deep breath and gave Qin Nan a complicated look.

Learning an ancient Martial Art in just an hour’s time!

This guy’s Martial Skill Talent was way too terrifying!

Even a ninth-grade Di ranked genius wouldn’t have been able to do that, let alone a seventh-grade Di ranked genius. action

Qin Nan nodded his head and spoke, “Elder Wang, is there any way to acquire Primary Stones in the Vermilion Bird Platoon?”

Every disciple recruited by the Vermilion Bird Platoon would undergo trainings that lasted three months.

In the first two months, the disciples would be practicing their Martial Arts, and they would battle against one another in the final month.

Since Qin Nan had mastered the foundation of the Vermilion Bird Heaven-Striking Art, he planned to use the remaining time to improve his Martial Spirit.

The higher the rank of his Martial Spirit, the greater his cultivation speed would be!

Therefore, it was extremely important for him to rank up his Divine Battle Spirit!

“Primary Stones?” Elder Wang was stunned for a moment before he said, “There is a way to acquire Primary Stones, but it would be quite difficult. If you go deeper into the mountain range, even though it doesn’t have a name, there are countless beasts residing deep within it. If you were able to eliminate a peak Martial Dominator Realm beast, you could get a hundred Primary Stones in return…”

“Peak Martial Dominator Realm? Cool, I’ll be excusing myself then.”

Although the ratio was quite low, Qin Nan did not mind at all. Why would he, since he could earn some Primary Stones while refining his Saber Art at the same time?

Without any hesitation, he left the Vermilion Bird Platoon with a kick to the ground.

Elder Wang stared at Qin Nan’s figure with a blank expression.

As a senior statesman of the Vermilion Bird Platoon, he had met countless geniuses before. However, it was his first time seeing such a person like Qin Nan who made decisions so speedily.

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Qin Nan’s figure moved rapidly among the woods in the mountain range at lightning speed.

His eyes flickered thunderously as he held the ancient saber Ira in his hand.

“Mm? Sixth-layer Martial Ancestor Realm? Too weak…” Qin Nan continued moving deeper into the mountain range while mumbling to himself.

Since he had left the Vermilion Bird Platoon, he had yet to stumble into a worthy opponent.

“That’s it!”

Qin Nan halted in his tracks while his gaze was locked onto a figure ahead of him.

On top of an ancient tree in front of him stood a demonic ape. The ape was five zhang tall, with its hair covered with the color of blood. Its eyes emitted a gloomy green glow while its aura of the eighth-layer Martial Dominator Realm was completely unleashed, thus not a single beast could be seen within five li of its territory.

“My cultivation of the Undefeatable Martial Dominator Realm is too powerful. If I use my full force, this guy would be dead in a single slash. Screw it, I shall limit my cultivation.”

Qin Nan made up his mind and leapt into the air before slashing downward with the saber in his hand.

The slash was the Vermilion Bird Heaven-Striking Saber Art!

The Vermilion Bird Heaven-Striking Art was split into three levels: the Vermilion Bird’s Cry, the Vermilion Bird’s Dance, and the Heavenly Strike!

The slash that Qin Nan executed was the Vermilion Bird’s Cry. As he lashed out with the slash, the cry of a Vermilion Bird could be heard, as if it had descended.

The figure of the demonic ape instantly shuddered violently as its eyes were filled with utter terror.

The Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise—these four beasts possessed royal bloodlines, and were referred to as the Four Divine Beasts in ancient myths.

The bloodline of the demonic ape was no match against the Four Divine Beasts, thus it unconsciously shivered in fear after hearing the cry of the Vermilion Bird.

However, when the ape saw the approaching Saber Intent, he immediately realized that someone was playing a trick on it!

“Shameless prick of the Vermilion Bird Platoon; you dare to trick me, I shall teach you a lesson today!”

The demonic ape became infuriated and uttered a roar. As Qin Nan had limited his cultivation, it assumed Qin Nan’s cultivation to be around the seventh or eighth-layer Martial Dominator Realm.

Following the roar, the demonic ape moved at the speed of lightning, which left a few illusionary figures in mid-air and dodged the slash with ease, before hurling a few punches in Qin Nan’s direction.

“Bring it on!”

Qin Nan’s eyes glistened as his blood began to boil. He continuously lashed out slashes toward his target.

At that instant, countless cries of the Vermilion Bird and roars of the demonic ape echoed in the woods.

The battle lasted for a total of eight hours.

Within this period, the human and the beast never ceased to battle.

Since Qin Nan had limited his cultivation and he was only using the Vermilion Bird’s Cry, it was not enough to defeat the demonic ape. However, through the prolonged battle, he was able to swiftly comprehend the Vermilion Bird Heaven-Striking Art.

The demonic ape felt extremely helpless as well. Even when it struck Qin Nan’s flesh with its full strength, it felt like it was hitting a giant mountain, with no sign of him being damaged.

Qin Nan was quite helpless too. Even though he had limited his cultivation, he was unable to limit the strength of his flesh.

“Slash…slash…slash…”

Qin Nan stood on the same spot and mumbled to himself as if he had gone mad.

The demonic ape uttered a furious roar while it continued to land punches onto his figure. However, despite the attacks, Qin Nan was perfectly unharmed, while his feet never left the ground.

“I got it!”

Qin Nan’s eyes fired a magical glow as he executed a slash with the saber in his hand.

BANG!

A terrifying Saber Intent taking the shape of a Vermilion Bird was fired from the saber, crushing down onto its target.

“AH!”

The demonic ape let out a cry of agony after seeing the Vermilion Bird. It immediately fled away into the distance without any hesitation.

Damn it!

Wasn’t he a human!

Why did he have the bloodline of the Vermilion Bird?

“The second level of the Saber Art is extraordinary indeed. A single slash was enough to eliminate the ape. How powerful would the third level be?”

Qin Nan’s eyes flickered with astonishment. He then continued his journey into the deeper region of the mountain range.

As he relearned the Saber Art, he could feel a boundless energy supporting him within his body, allowing him to train and practice in total madness.

One with the mind; a state of madness!

A natural-born Martial Addict!

This feeling… it had been a long time!

…Meanwhile, above the mountain range…

Zhou Bihua, who was wearing a mink coat, witnessed the entire incident with his eyes.

“Achieving the second level of the Vermilion Bird Heaven-Striking Art in less than a day. This kid’s Martial Skill Talent is indeed terrifying. If I were to teach him the Art of the Immortal Vermilion Bird, it’s highly possible that he could reach that stage…”

Zhou Bihua’s eyes flickered with excitement. After a while, he let out a deep breath.

Pity, such a pity.

A sixth-grade Di ranked Martial Spirit was still too low. He did not have the talent to stir a great chaos in the upper district’s Eastern Continent.

How cruel was the Limitation of the Canglan Continent’s Martial Spirits!

“Fine, fine, I’ll give you another chance…”

Zhou Bihua hesitated for a while before mumbling to himself. His figure vanished into thin air with a kick from his feet.