Chapter 110: The Ninth Battle of Subduing Demons!

  The old man's ears twitched, his smiling eyes suddenly burst forth with a surprised chill, his ten fingers slightly curved and his knees bent back in a sudden pop, the stick almost brushed against his nose tip as it passed by, the sharp wind raised was like a real steel knife.

  A single stick of energy didn't hit the mark, but with one step, his body was like a fierce tiger pouncing, and this charge covered a distance of five or six meters. The thick power mixed with extremely rich explosive energy left a deep footprint on the ground in an instant, trampling the hard frozen soil to crack it open. The mud, as solid as stone, rolled up in the air, exploding like warhorses wearing iron hooves, galloping heavily.

  A drop of water in a cloth stick, under high-speed impact, is like a hard stone, rubbing against the old man's ear and flying out.

  "So fierce?! Indeed!" The old man's eyebrows twitched, his body shrunk back like a monkey, his ears flapping wildly as he listened to the sound of Qi Jian's move, with a hint of a wild wind, and his eyes gleamed with an extra three points of delight.

  "This is... the sound of hands following in the midst of wind and cloud!" The old man dodged repeatedly, with a hint of caution between his eyebrows. This stick struck with great force...

  Bang! Crack!

  The clothes were whipped on the stone, and the wet clothes suddenly burst open in an instant, as if there were a dozen monkeys inside, waving their sharp claws and tearing the clothes apart.

  The clothes were torn to shreds, and the stone's fate was no better. The two collided with a deafening crash, like thunder exploding. A boulder the size of a human head instantly shattered into several pieces, sending numerous smaller stones flying in all directions.

  In his dry and withered hand, only a small piece of clothing was left, which was no longer hard as a stick, but had completely softened. His five fingers suddenly opened up the clothes, and in an instant, they transformed into eagle-like claws. His body shook, resembling a large eagle swooping down, its talons directly grasping the old man's throat. The faint wind that passed by carried a hint of eagle cries.

  "What a beast-fighting technique, 'Lightning Carving'?" The old man's eyes lit up again, and with just one glance, he could tell that this was not a beast-fighting technique that had been practiced diligently every day. However, relying on the explosive power of the Wind Cloud Fighting Qi, it had forcefully raised its attacking power to an impressive level.

  It won't hit! This blow absolutely won't hit! At the moment when Gan Jing's hand was about to land, he secretly calculated everything in his heart. The moment his feet landed on the ground, the muscles of his lower body rapidly contracted: toes, ankles, calves, knees, thighs, buttocks, and waist!

  The rotation of Dou Qi also reached its peak in an instant, bursting out with unprecedented Dou Qi explosive force!

  Muscles twitched rapidly in an instant, the dry and strong body suddenly changed direction, and the whole person seemed to have moved instantly, appearing strangely on the old man's right side. The sharp eagle claws brought a dangerous eagle cry, and the old man's scalp was numb! Pupils shrank instantly to the size of a needle tip, and in his heart, he secretly exclaimed: What kind of movement is this?!

  Bang!

  In a flash, the old man's neck twisted, and his dry, powerful claws directly clamped onto a small tree. His thumb, index finger, and middle finger, which were exerting great force, were inserted into the trunk of the tree! With one pull, one tug, and one yank, the bark flew through the air! The small tree shook violently, trembling nonstop.

  The more intense the internal struggle, the faster the rotation of Qi within the body, and the stronger the explosive force! With a grasp, he tore apart the small tree's trunk, and his dry energy was also astonished to see that his fingers were not different at all. Even if one had the Wind Cloud Golden Body's Stone Body Realm, it shouldn't be this strong, right? If one really grasped a person's throat, wouldn't they immediately crush them to powder?

  "Just a little bit...". Qian Jin shook his head and sighed repeatedly. If he could practice "Wan Ying" to the level of consecutive double swift movements, maybe he would have had a chance just now.

  The old man looked at the motionless Qian Jing with a mixture of shock and suspicion, the brief moment was too strange! Not only was the speed increase unexpectedly fast, but the movement process was also inexplicably strange! Danger! In that instant, the aura of danger made one's bones tremble with fear.

  "What was that strange movement just now? How did you do it? What kind of martial art is this?" The old man's eyes were filled with more and more surprise, secretly admiring this special movement.

  He gritted his teeth and used force to prop up his legs, not letting them go soft. The instantaneous burst of power had indeed achieved unimaginable results, but his two legs also showed signs of near collapse due to the sudden full-force explosion. Forget about taking a step forward, being able to stand upright without falling was already a stroke of luck.

  "This...". Kei scratched his head and let out a bitter laugh. What kind of martial arts is this? This isn't even martial arts, it's just the iron-forging techniques that Uncle Blake taught me. Now that would be weird if someone saw that.

  "This...". With a dry tone, he couldn't bear the old man's longing gaze and said faintly: "This is called 'Wàn Yǐng', I haven't mastered it yet."

  "Ten Shadows... Ten Shadows..." The old man muttered to himself a few times, then reminded him: "This 'Ten Shadows', you should practice more when you have time. Although I don't know who you learned it from, it's indeed a rare movement technique! Whether it's for evasion or attack, it's top-notch."

  Qian Jin smiled wryly and nodded in agreement, thinking to himself: This "Wan Ying" will find it hard to practice less, I reckon for the next period of time, even if he goes to Blacksmith Blake's place, he won't learn anything new. Just practicing Wan Ying's second hammer from the "Sheng Feng Shi Ba Chui" will be enough for a while.

  "That's right." The old man pointed at Qianjin: "How did you feel when your aura burst just now?"

  "Some unexpectedly strong." Qian Jin raised an eyebrow: "I'm tempted to grab a rock and see what happens."

  "Stronger than the Demon Slayer's introduction, isn't it?" The old man walked closer to Qian Jin, looked at the small tree that could be grasped and pulled out a large piece of wood, and his eyes added a few more appreciative glances. If this were grasped on a person's throat, one pull would be enough to rip out the throat bone!

  "Right." Qian Jin clenched his fists and nodded repeatedly: "I feel that it's stronger than what's described in the book, and not just a little stronger."

  "Of course." The old man showed a very proud expression, stretching out one palm: "Outsiders only know that the Demon-Slaying Warriors are powerful representatives. But what they don't know is that the Demon-Slaying Warriors are also divided into five levels, which we call 'Nine Wars'. Those who successfully challenge the Demon-Slaying Warrior usually have a 'First War' level, and are also known as 'Demon-Slaying First War'."

  Qian's face suddenly revealed a look of realization, and he gazed at his fists with a faint question: "So your meaning is that after I entered the Demon-Slaying Warrior, I don't belong to the 'First Battle of Demon-Slaying'?"

  "Right!" The old man nodded happily, then shook his head with a sigh: "I didn't expect that you would enter the Demon-Slaying Warrior in such a situation. I thought you would easily cross the threshold and become a 'Demon-Slayer of One Battle', but I didn't think you would actually break through the levels and directly charge to the pinnacle of 'Demon-Slayer of Three Battles'."

  "Three Battles of Demon Subjugation"? Qian Jin furrowed his brow: "How can this be distinguished?"

  The old man knocked on his head: "It's my fault, I was chatting with you and felt like you've read a lot of books and knew many things, but forgot one important thing. Ordinary warriors can only have access to books up to the Demon-Slaying Warrior level, there are no records beyond that. It's normal that you don't know."

  "This is the way to distinguish the level of a Devil-Conquering Warrior: it's simply a matter of breathing, temperament, and the speed at which your fighting spirit rotates! Try to sense it for yourself - the rotation speed of your own fighting spirit. For 'Devil-Conquering First Rank', with full-speed activation, there are only ten rotations in one minute; for 'Second Rank' it's between ten and twenty rotations; for 'Third Rank' it's between twenty and forty rotations; for 'Fourth Rank' it's between forty and eighty rotations; Fifth Rank is between eighty and one hundred sixty rotations; Sixth Rank is between one hundred sixty and three hundred twenty rotations; Seventh Rank is between three hundred twenty and six hundred forty rotations; Eighth Rank is between six hundred forty and one thousand two hundred eighty rotations; Ninth Rank has a rotation speed of one thousand eight hundred twenty to two thousand five hundred sixty!"

  With a concentrated effort, he rotated the Dou Kui and Dou Qi with all his might, silently counting the speed of rotation in his heart. The doubts in his eyes grew more and more intense.

  "Is forty turns the peak of the three battles against the demon?" Qian Jin stopped his explosion and looked at the old man: "But I just had about sixty turns of speed..."

  "What?!" The old man jumped up like he had been stepped on, staring at Qian Jin in disbelief: "You say you have a speed of sixty turns? How is this possible? I just took a look at your aura and temperament, it's indeed the standard of the Three Wars Summit! If we must calculate, your aura is barely at the summit, but your temperament is purely at the summit..."

  Staring blankly at the old man, what happened after becoming a Demon-Slaying Warrior was something that had never been introduced in books. He didn't have any information to refer to, unless he left the valley and found a high-level academy, entering the advanced library as a Demon-Slaying Warrior to verify it.

  "Freak... truly a freak..." The old man circled around Qian Jin several times before finally facing him and asking, "Are you certain? Your aura rotation speed is sixty revolutions? That's the standard of the Demon-Slaying Quartet! You must understand that even if you don't have an aura rotation speed of sixty revolutions, with your peak Demon-Slaying Triad standard at this age, you're already a Bloodline Warrior. It requires extremely talented individuals, combined with rigorous training and massive accumulation of battle stones, to cultivate such abilities. Don't randomly claim aura rotation speeds just to save face..."

  With a shrug of his shoulders and a helpless expression, he rotated the air sixty times, just sixty times. If he tried harder, maybe sixty-five was also possible.

  "Good heavens!" The old man rubbed his temples, a pained expression on his face: "What's going on here? The difference in aura quantity and quality is somewhat large, and it's not unprecedented for warriors to have such differences in history, but the speed of aura rotation is actually so much higher... Freak!"

  Qian Jin looked at the old man with a painful expression, as if he had lost everything in a gamble. He sighed and asked: "I'm asking, Master... Don't be in such a hurry to sigh, okay? At least tell me, is this situation good or bad for me?"