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Chapter 1211: Reappearance of Martial Arts
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Eight thousand swords swept through the air effortlessly.
Following that, a cascade of crimson longswords shot forth in quick succession.
The sheer number of swords kept on growing!
In the blink of an eye, there were now 16,000 swords!
Soon after, the count reached 24,000 swords.
Zahran Cwele was left dumbfounded.
Lekan Yiga’s eyes reflected fear. “Techniques, martial arts, talismans – he’s seamlessly mastered the amalgamation of all three!”
Martial Arts.
Ancient martial arts.
Talismans!
Only by intertwining these three could such mastery be achieved!
Braydon Neal had already honed the Mount Sino Sword Art to the eighth level, wielding control over thousands of swords with his Qi.
However, Braydon’s talent had long surpassed the limits of Hansworth’s martial artists.
Was he truly only at the eighth level of the Mount Sino Sword Art?
Maybe not!
Braydon had long transcended that realm, with his only limitation being his cultivation!
The ninth level of the Mount Sino Sword Art, one hundred thousand Qi-imperial swords.
Sword path banished immortal.
In an instant, the number of scarlet swords surrounding Braydon surged to 32,000.
The mental power in his spiritual aperture skyrocketed a hundredfold.
His mental power was drained instantly.
All the crimson swords in the sky trembled, on the verge of plummeting to the ground.
Lekan’s gaze was sharp as he declared, “My mental power has been drained. Braydon Neal is immensely talented, but his cultivation is his sole restriction. His grasp of spells likely surpasses mine. Zahran, protect Braydon. Ensure he stays unharmed!”
“Yes, sir!”
Zahran was exhilarated.
After a year of wandering, they had stumbled upon a colossal treasure. No, they had discovered an unparalleled prodigy.
Zahran was poised to attack.
Yet, Braydon opened his eyes, a touch of madness glinting in them. With calm madness, he softly said, “It’s been a while since I unleashed my full strength. Tonight, I’ll let it all out. Why would I need anyone’s assistance?”
With that one sentence, Braydon rejected everyone’s aid!
At that moment.
Braydon activated the Great Void of Kylo Art and the Spirit Summoning Art!
He gazed skyward and roared, “Summon the essence of the sun and moon. Return them all to me!”
Braydon wielded the Spirit Summoning Art to manipulate the Great Void of Kylo Art.
One exuded terrifying dominance.
The other seized the fate of heaven and earth, transforming it into purple Qi to boost his mental power.
The two complemented each other.
A golden light illuminated Braydon’s throbbing spiritual aperture.
A substantial amount of mental power swiftly regenerated. In a breath, his mental power reached its zenith and shattered the constraints.
This caused Braydon’s aura to skyrocket, entering the second realm of mental power.
Inside the spiritual aperture, the dark region was now filled with mental power.
Zahran stood in astonishment and muttered, “He broke through?”
Lekan remained silent for a prolonged moment.
He had witnessed various breakthroughs, but none like this.
When one utilized a potent technique, their cultivation often acted as a limiting factor. Eventually, they were forced to break through.
All the benefits belonged to them!
Lekan inhaled sharply, observing Braydon surrounded by 40,000 crimson swords.
Soon, they became 48,000.
56,000 swords.
64,000 swords!
72,000 swords.
80,000 swords!
The 80,000 crimson swords stood erect in the sky.
Scarlet blades adorned the entire divine city.
The towering giant bellowed.
Braydon, unperturbed, didn’t rush to attack. He looked down and uttered calmly, “I’ve employed my five techniques. How can I not let you witness my prowess!”
“Martial arts technique. Let snow fall, freezing a hundred miles!”
Braydon flawlessly executed all five of his techniques.
In an instant.
Snowflakes descended upon the night.
Snowflakes laden with murderous intent!
The final three techniques were all forbidden techniques.
The flower technique was discreetly activated.
The little fool, snoozing in Zinno Hotel, stood up in his oversized pants. Rubbing his drowsy eyes, he mumbled, “Who is the big pervert fighting this time? Why did he use all the flower technique he taught me?”
As soon as he spoke.
Outside the Small Divine City, snowfall blanketed the night heavily.
The ground lay frozen, spanning for hundreds of miles, ensnaring the legs of all the mud giants in icy restraints.
“He is cultivating so many different paths of art on his own?” Zahran exclaimed in disbelief.
“I’ve truly underestimated him!” Lekan sighed softly.
He could only shake his head in awe.
Takiyah Zakwe’s bright eyes gleamed. “What a peculiar technique,” she remarked softly. “With so much cultivation, I’m genuinely curious about the kind of technique he’s practicing.”
Ferhat Lebeko, too, was profoundly taken aback. His gaze shifted to Takiyah, wondering where she had encountered this unconventional descendant of a god.
Such talent was undeniably intimidating!
His lineage must have been noteworthy, tracing back through his parents and ancestors.
As they marveled at the spectacle, all the mud giants became frozen statues. Snow descended like unseen blades, slicing the giants into pieces, causing the clay figurines to shatter into tiny fragments.
“The world is covered in snow,” Braydon murmured softly, “I should drink half a bottle of wine.”
“Brother, I’ve got wine here!”
The little fool dashed out in his underpants and hopped onto the divine ship, holding half a cucumber and a bottle of strong wine.
No one dared to stop the little fool.
Braydon’s extraordinary talent had made it clear how formidable he was. Therefore, his younger brother couldn’t be ordinary either.
“Did I wake you up?” Braydon inquired gently, treating the little fool like his sibling.
“No, what are these people doing?”
Luke Yates, munching on a cucumber, eyed Zahran and Lekan warily.
“Another descendant of a god. Greetings, Your Highness!” Zahran greeted respectfully.
“Your Highness, the wind is cold. Please put on your coat!”
The hundred servants on the divine ship bowed, offering a fur coat.
The little fool was perplexed. He didn’t know these people, so why were they being so considerate?
“Is he your brother, little guy?” Lekan asked in a friendly manner.
“Indeed. My brother and I grew up together!”
The little fool nodded affirmatively.
Zahran and Lekan exchanged glances, pleasantly surprised.
They had thought it was already a rare find to get one descendant of a god tonight. Little did they expect to discover another one!
Fortune truly favors the bold!
Zahran immediately warmed up to the little fool, blaming the Oracle Palace for letting him suffer outside all these years. When the little fool returned with them, they vowed to make it up to him!
The little fool was bewildered.
What was the Oracle Palace?
Since when had he wandered in the wild?
Unbeknownst to him, Zahran, dazzled by Braydon’s brilliance, automatically included the little fool in his perception, regarding him as another super genius.
While they conversed.
Braydon sipped the wine and moved with swift precision.
80,000 swords!
The swords cascaded like a river, aiming directly for the golden figure.
The figure, composed of feathers, had to be vanquished.
Only after proving himself could Braydon negotiate with Lekan.
Braydon unleashed his lethal move once more.
“Your Highness, do you really intend to defeat Lord Lekan’s spiritual body?” Hiuhu Yazbek inquired.
Lekan had mentioned that the condensed mental power wouldn’t be easily overcome. Even emperors would find it challenging.
But Braydon paid no heed. He used 80,000 swords to assail.
The golden figure refrained from attacking first. It stood in the dark night, and a faint golden light barrier materialized around it.
Bang!
The initial sword struck the light shield.
It shattered instantly!