"Supreme-Grade Godly Skill, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, simplifies complexity into simplicity. This is the world's most ferocious palm technique!"
'I got it!'
'I actually got it!'
'This Lucky Ring is simply unparalleled!'
Tang Yong roared excitedly. His deduction was not wrong. The Lucky Ring could really be used in the lottery.
'Wait, there's only one minute left. It's too late to draw again.' Tang Yong was afraid of another accident, so he immediately took out the supreme-grade Godly Skill, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and learned it!
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for learning the supreme-grade Godly Skill, Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. This palm technique is extremely powerful, especially when attacking the dragon's bloodline. The damage is increased by three times!
Current proficiency: 0 (First Level, 1000). "
"Ding! The Lucky Ring's time is up!"
"Hahaha, I've learned it!
I can finally use a supreme-grade Godly Skill. "
Unable to restrain his excitement, Tang Yong began to practice the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. As soon as he struck out his palm, the golden Battle Qi immediately broke out of his body and turned into a small golden dragon, bombarding a big tree in front of him that was as wide as three people.
Boom!
After a loud sound, the tree was broken in half, and a huge hole was formed where it was hit.
"Too strong!"
After that strike, the proficiency of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms increased from 0 to 1.
Tang Yong compared the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms with the Nine Yang Manual in his mind. The Nine Yang Manual was an internal force cultivation method. If he wanted to increase its proficiency, he would need to use up all his Battle Qi to increase it by one point. Previously, when his realm was low, his Battle Qi was consumed quickly, so his cultivation points increased relatively quickly. Now that his cultivation had reached the Martial Warrior realm, the Nine Yang Manual's proficiency had slowed down significantly.
However, even if the Nine Yang Manual was difficult to cultivate, Tang Yong would continue to persevere. This was because cultivating this ability would increase his health points!
By increasing his Battle Qi reserves, he would be able to cultivate it to the point where his Battle Qi would never end. Then, he would be completely invincible!
His current goal was to raise both his Godly Skills to the second level. Then, even if he faced with a strong enemy, he would have the strength to fight.
Since he had set his goal, Tang Yong began to practice crazily.
The low-level Demonic Beasts and towering trees within a ten-mile radius were once again attacked.
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Three days later.
Tang Yong wiped the sweat off his forehead. His eyes shone brightly as he looked at the corpses of the Blue-eyed Wolves. His heart was filled with joy. Back then, he had been chased by the Blue-eyed Wolves and ended up in a sorry state. Now that he had coincidentally encountered a pack of Blue-eyed Wolves, of course, he would not let them go!
A group of Demonic Beasts like this was a good opportunity to grind Proficiency Points.
Tang Yong smiled slightly and thought to himself, "Let's see the results of my efforts these past few days."
Host: Tang Yong
Realm: Rank One Warrior
Bone Frame: 35 (Average, Bone Frame Levels: 0-20 Average, 20-40 Good, 40-60 Excellent, 60-80 Peak, 80-100 Legendary)
Comprehension: 15 (Average, Comprehension Levels: 0-20 Average, 20-40 Good, 40-60 Excellent, 60-80 Pinnacle, 80-100 Legendary)
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Experience: 5000
Martial Skills: Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms (Level 1: 588)
Mental cultivation method: Nine Yang Divine Art (Level 1: 50), Yellow Rank Low-Level Foundation Building Technique
HP: 1,400
Charm:???
Luck:???
Exchange points: 1000
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Shenwu Hou Mansion
"Head Butler, we've searched everywhere in the city that Young Master likes to go, but there's still no sign of Brother Zhong." A middle-aged servant in a grey robe said anxiously.
Tang Yong's face darkened when he heard this. He slammed his tiger arms on the table, and the large round table made of finely carved agarwood was instantly reduced to dust.
"Brother Zhong has been missing for three days now, and we don't know if he's dead or alive!
How have you been keeping an eye on him?! "
Tang Yong's cold eyes stared at the middle-aged servant. The aura of a Martial Master erupted, and the middle-aged servant's face instantly turned red. His eyes bulged, and he looked like a dead fish without water. "Master, I beg you, please, let me go!"
Tang Yong snorted coldly and withdrew his aura. The middle-aged servant immediately panted and kowtowed in fear. "Thank you, Master Tang, for sparing my life!"
Tang Yong frowned and narrowed his eyes. He pondered for a moment and asked, "Did anyone see where Brother Zhong went before he went missing?"
The servant raised his head and carefully looked at Tang Yong's face. He quickly answered, "Someone reported that Brother Zhong went to Tang Yong's courtyard before he went missing. However, that good-for-nothing Tang Yong is only at the beginner stage of Body Tempering. He couldn't possibly do anything to Brother Zhong, so I didn't dare to tell Master Tang."
"Why did Brother Zhong go to that good-for-nothing's place?" Tang Yong had a bad feeling about this, so he patiently asked.
"Apparently, that good-for-nothing Tang Yong took liberties with Young Master's beloved concubine. Coincidentally, that concubine is Brother Zhong's biological sister from the same mother. Brother Zhong was so angry that he went to teach that bastard a lesson," the servant said carefully.
Tang Yong scolded coldly, "That bastard is too bold! How dare he take liberties with my daughter! My son taught him a good lesson!
Did he kill that bastard? "
"Master Tang, someone saw that bastard enter the Dense Fog Demon Forest a few days ago. He hasn't returned yet!"
Tang Yong's expression changed drastically when he heard this. "This is bad!
Follow me to that bastard's courtyard! "
In Tang Yong's courtyard.
Tang Yong's gloomy gaze swept across the dilapidated courtyard. His nose twitched slightly as if he had smelled a faint scent of blood in the air. He followed the scent to a piece of land and blasted it with his Battle Force. The ground was overturned, revealing a patch of dried blood and a few pieces of rotten flesh.
At this point, Tang Yong had already guessed where Tang Yong had gone!
His expression was extremely gloomy. He raised his head and roared, "That bastard Tang Yong killed my only son. I will definitely grind his bones to dust!"
The grey-robed servant next to him seemed to have thought of something terrifying and lowered his head in horror.
In the Dense Fog Demon Forest.
Tang Yong took care of the rank one perfect-grade Green-furred Tiger in front of him with a single slash. He then wiped his sword with a leaf.
More than ten days had passed. During these days, Tang Yong had constantly encountered monsters of different grades in the forest. If he could defeat them, he would fight them. If he couldn't, he would run away. In just a few days, he had killed over a hundred monsters and improved his cultivation by a little.
However, what made Tang Yong the happiest was that he had killed two perfect-grade monsters today and received two more lottery chances.
The sun was shining brightly. After an intense battle, Tang Yong's stomach was growling with hunger.
He casually killed a pheasant with his Battle Force and began to pluck its feathers, wash it, and barbecue it.
He made a bonfire and used a hard branch to poke the pheasant from its butt to its neck. Then, he smeared some wild honey on the pheasant and tossed it over the bonfire.
Soon, the fat pheasant began to drip with fat. The fat mixed with the honey and after being processed by the fire, it emitted a unique fragrance.
She was so seductive that one's appetite was aroused.
Gulp, gulp …
Tang Yong smiled bitterly. Smelling the fragrance, he seemed to be even hungrier.
Tang Yong tore off a drumstick and was about to stuff it into his mouth when he heard a loud shout from the forest in the distance.
"Witch, do you think you can escape by running into the Dense Fog Demon Forest?
Dream on!
You have nowhere to run. Surrender now! "
"No, you've got the wrong person. I'm just a little village girl. My name is Ah Zi. You've really got the wrong person!
Young hero, young hero, please save me! "
Tang Yong chewed on the drumstick in big mouthfuls. Just as he was savoring the deliciousness of the delicious food attacking his taste buds, a pretty girl in ragged clothes stumbled in his direction.