Chapter 42

"Lin Feng?"

"An 18-year-old初级古武士 (初级 ancient martial artist)?"

"Who is he!"

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"Who cares who he is, you can get 10 gold coins just for reporting him!"

"Are you kidding, 10 gold coins?"

"Manager Hu from the Sunset Martial Hall, nicknamed 'Old Wine Flask,' sent the message himself. How could it be fake! Come on, 10 gold coins is nothing to the Sunset Martial Hall."

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In the city of Sunset, news about Lin Feng spread like wildfire.

Manager Hu, nicknamed 'Old Wine Flask,' was a well-known figure in Sunset City, with many disciples. As people speculated about the mysterious 18-year-old初级 ancient martial artist 'Lin Feng' and what made him special, another shocking piece of news broke.

The Nine Heavens Cloud Gate, the leading martial school among the four major martial schools in Sunset City, was also mobilizing its forces to search for Lin Feng!

This time, Sunset City was completely in an uproar.

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"Find out what's going on immediately!" In the icy cold room of the Cold Blade Gate, a man holding a battle saber and bare-chested spoke solemnly.

"Yes, Deputy Head."

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At the Bull Gate, in the Hall of Arhats, the eighteen arhats each displayed their might.

"Spread the news immediately, we will search for him too!" A giant man, resembling a huge bull, spoke in a deep voice, his eyes gleaming. "A talent that both Old Wine Flask and Little Wind Demon value can't be ordinary! How can our Bull Gate fall behind!"

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At the Battle Academy.

"Eighteen years old, Lin Feng?" Yue Meng was slightly taken aback.

Her chest rose and fell as the image of the indomitable figure holding a laser saber flashed in her mind. Yue Meng suddenly smiled. "Manager Hu and the others are looking for an ancient martial artist, it can't be him. But... this Lin Feng is indeed many, and we are no less."

"With Lin Feng's talent, he will definitely enter the S Zone within three years."

"His potential may not be lower than Long Qin's."

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At this moment, Lin Feng had just entered the E10 Wilderness Zone.

His identity information was bound to the Battle Academy's battle crystal, so it was impossible for him to bind it to the Ancient Martial Artists' Alliance's martial crystal.

Going to the Ancient Martial Artists' Alliance to verify his identity was, first, to pave the way for himself and find a strong backing, as he was no longer a true genetic warrior; second, having multiple identities was not a bad thing.

Unbeknownst to him, the four major martial schools plus the Sunset Martial Hall were probably turning the entire Sunset City upside down to find him.

"The Ancient Martial Artists' Alliance is quite generous." Lin Feng activated the crystal watch function, and the red dots above represented the ancient martial artists around him.

This crystal watch had a positioning function, and Lin Feng did not mind exposing his whereabouts. Battles among warriors in the Wilderness Zone were rare, and using the positioning detection function could help him find prey more effectively without overlapping with other ancient martial artist teams' hunting directions.

Moreover, the storage space of this crystal watch was much larger than his earliest one.

"And this elemental battle suit." Lin Feng tapped his arm guard. Although it was only the lowest E9 level, the quality was actually quite good, at least it could withstand the ordinary attacks of a初级 beast soldier. The academy had gifted him a D4 level genetic battle armor and boots, but Lin Feng did not want to use them for now.

After all, if someone saw them, how would he explain it?

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"Whoosh!" Lin Feng moved swiftly.

Compared to entering in a team, he preferred to go alone, free and easy, especially...

In the Wilderness Zone, he did not need help.

Even a high-level beast soldier, Lin Feng was confident he could kill, of course, with the Nine Dragons True Scripture and the burst of spiritual energy. If he were a normal ancient martial artist, he would be at the intermediate ancient martial artist level.

"Mastering the blade technique's realm. After becoming proficient in the application of ancient martial arts techniques..."

"Even with just the Flowing Cloud Technique, I should be able to勉强 (barely) fight a high-level beast soldier."

"If I can't win, I'll use spiritual energy."

Lin Feng had a plan in mind.

Spiritual energy was different from the Nine Dragons True Scripture. The Nine Dragons True Scripture was easy to expose, but spiritual energy was hard to detect.

And even if spiritual energy were exposed... so what?

"Start with the初级 beast soldiers."

"As the Wilderness Zone gradually deepens and approaches the Ruined World, the strength of elemental beasts will become stronger and stronger."

"By then, I should be proficient."

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Practice the blade!

Lin Feng's goal was clear.

For genetic warriors, practicing the blade relied on the consciousness space, on the precise and perfect execution of each move; but for ancient martial artists, it was different. Ancient martial artists practiced the blade through feeling, pure feeling. The so-called realm was a very vague concept, and for Lin Feng, who had practiced the blade in the consciousness space since childhood, this was very unfamiliar.

But Lin Feng believed that new martial arts and ancient martial arts had many commonalities.

For example, the realm of blade techniques.

This was a very 'mystical' description, but it truly existed. A master of blade techniques could easily kill a skilled warrior with a casual slash. Why?

It was because of the realm of blade techniques.

"The realm of blade techniques is definitely common." Lin Feng swung his alloy battle saber, aiming at the iron-skinned pig in front of him.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe. The alloy battle saber in his hand seemed to have a spirit, and he could feel its breath and pulse. Following its rhythm, his body moved, his arm swung, and his wrist vibrated. Almost subconsciously, he delivered a light slash...

Slash! Blood splattered.

The iron-skinned pig let out a mournful cry and fell in a pool of blood.

"That's the feeling." Lin Feng's eyes gleamed, and he tightened his right hand holding the alloy battle saber. This slash was completely different from the previous six hours. Without using any blade techniques, relying solely on his own blade technique skills, it was a turning point.

In a daze, he seemed to have slowly forgotten the blade intent he had practiced for six years.

But this forgetting was so clear.

"This is the realm of ancient martial artists' blade techniques—having a blade in hand, but no blade in mind." Lin Feng's eyes flickered, and he closed them, immersing himself in that one slash.

Forgetting was the realm of genetic warriors' blade techniques.

Clarity was the realm of ancient martial artists' blade techniques he was gradually touching.

The two were separated by a thin stream.

Crossing it meant touching it.

After a long time, a very long time...

"I think I understand." Lin Feng smiled faintly, and his alloy battle saber drew a faint glow. A small crystal core appeared in the already dead iron-skinned pig's body. With a flick of the blade, Lin Feng directly stored it in the crystal watch.

E9 iron crystal core, worth 1 copper coin.

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Practice!

Constant practice!

Practical combat was the best training, and Lin Feng knew this well.

Practice the blade a thousand times, and its meaning will naturally become clear.

He did not practice the Seven-Stream Blade Technique, the Tiger-Slaying Blade Technique, as haste makes waste. Lin Feng believed that perfectly converting his genetic warrior's blade technique realm to the ancient martial artist's blade technique realm was the most crucial step. Once the realm of ancient martial artists' blade techniques was achieved, how could he worry about not understanding blade techniques and blade intent?

One day, two days, three days.

Lin Feng did not sleep or rest, as if possessed.

Enlightenment might just be a flash of insight. Only by tightly grasping that flash and practicing over and over again could he gradually expand the faint light, slowly unveiling the mysterious and unknown realm, presenting it before his eyes.

"Whoosh!" A simple slash, yet it had an unpredictable power.

Lin Feng's blade drew a perfect arc, and a huge manganese dog let out a mournful cry, blood splattering the air, and it was split in two. The intermediate beast soldier's strength was completely useless at this moment, and it died thoroughly.

Lin Feng's eyes gleamed slightly, and a smile curved at the corner of his mouth.

On the third day of entering the Wilderness Zone.

The realm of blade techniques reached the peak of the third level of ancient martial artists!

According to the genetic warriors, that would be—

Third stage, perfect!

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