404 Six Full Patterns!

Then, the rabbit froze… and tumbled to the ground.

A while later, Qin Huai savored the freshly roasted rabbit meat. Most beasts in a level-one array boasted battle strength equivalent to a master with two fully enhanced abilities, with a few even exhibiting three-full patterns.

If a martial artist from the fifth-level bone pattern realm, notorious for his ferocious battles, were to accidentally wander here, it wouldn’t be a stroke of luck. Rather, he would face a significant catastrophe, likely undergoing the toughest two months of his life.

Survival itself would be a strenuous challenge, let alone cultivation. Only beings like Qin Huai, destined to be a future king, could transform this place into a training sanctuary teeming with nearly fifty beasts.

Qin Huai ventured deeper into the forest. Suddenly, a figure rapidly darted toward him.

Whoosh!

As the figure came into view, two flying needles had already covered a distance of a hundred meters. With a light tap on the ground, Qin Huai observed as the needles swiftly sank into the earth beneath his feet. These were flying needles fashioned from bones, equivalent to a common treasured weapon.

As the needles dove into the ground, Qin Huai’s sword simultaneously left his hand.

Roar!

A tiger and a dragon roared. Charging at his sword, Qin Huai’s furious roars augmented its speed. The longsword, initially swift as lightning, traced a cold arc in the air, its trajectory becoming unstable due to Qin Huai’s roar.

The oncoming figure was clearly taken aback. He hadn’t anticipated the unpredictable sword path. His steps faltered, but the advancing sword only accelerated, etching a silver arc in the air. The figure’s pupils constricted as he didn’t foresee the sudden shift in the sword’s direction.

“Shock!” the old man roared. Ripples circulated around his rapidly distorting body as he faced the descending sword.

Whoosh!

The sharp sword cut through the ripples and lodged into the old man’s shoulder.

There was no time for the old man to catch his breath as Qin Huai was already before him. His blood essence surged into the old man’s face, the blinding white light making it hard for him to keep his eyes open.

“Forbidden technique, poison dragon.”

“You’re courting death!” the old man retorted, his eyes radiating a fierce glow.

Layered ripples formed around his fists, mirroring the king’s force. The two kings, who had been rivals for over a hundred years, exchanged blows.

Bang!

Blood spilled from the old man’s mouth, his pupils quivering. Why did this young man’s fist feel so heavy? It significantly surpassed the power of five full patterns.

This onslaught felt heavy, sinking the old man into a deep abyss. His shoulder wound worsened, and Qin Huai’s forceful blows didn’t afford him any respite.

They exchanged nearly a hundred blows amidst the forest. The old man bled profusely, the ripples around his fists gradually weakening until barely noticeable.

Bang!

When the final punch landed, Qin Huai cut through the old man’s increasingly feeble form. He grasped the old man’s throat and gave a firm pull.

Splatter!

A flood of blood gushed out, staining the ground crimson.

“Just like Fang Huo mentioned, once injured, these older warriors start the countdown to their end,” Qin Huai observed. “Especially when they confront people like us, who excel in physical combat. They’re merely lambs awaiting slaughter.”

During the fight, Qin Huai could clearly sense the old man’s combat strength rapidly deteriorating. No wonder Xiang Mingfeng had dared to risk his life against the visceral prefecture realm expert.

“Ding! You have collected a [Ripple Haste Technique Essence (Dark Red)], [Ripple Haste Technique] experience points +500,000!”

“Ding! You have collected [Ancient Azure Illusion Scripture Essence] …”

A flood of experience points poured in. This time, Qin Huai didn’t experience the previous headache. He effortlessly browsed through all the experience points.

Afterward, he moved dozens of miles from the battlefield and, as usual, dug out a hole in a tree for rest. He sat there in a cross-legged position.

…

A heavy rainfall began once again in the level-one array, its loud patter muffling the sound of a hammer striking down.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The thunderous noise grew increasingly louder. Blood and qi flowed out of the sun, traveled through the divine power book of a thousand creations, and ultimately settled in Qin Huai’s heart. This organ seemed to have become the point where the powers of the two cultivation techniques converged.

After seven days, Qin Huai opened his eyes.

“Six full patterns…” he murmured. As expected, he had entered the fifth-level bone pattern realm with the divine power book of a thousand creations. His qi and blood were becoming stronger.

Facing adversity, he no longer needed to rely on the recovery ability of the blood heart technique to bide his time until victory. Now, he only needed sheer force to entirely defeat Fang Huo.

Qin Huai closed his eyes slightly, the crisp sound of his heartbeat having ceased. He looked at his skin, which was growing brighter. “With my current physical form, even without any defense, ordinary weapons won’t be able to harm me at all,” he thought.

However, Qin Huai speculated that the blood heart technique and the divine power book of a thousand creations had granted him more than just the enhancement of blood, qi, and skin. “I need to find someone to test this,” he thought, emerging from his tree hole.

A harsh storm raged on, its powerful rain pelting the ground and Qin Huai’s body. He remarked, “The force of this rain could pierce an expert who has just entered the bone pattern realm.”

He had a peculiar feeling that the bronze realm was growing stronger alongside him. Suddenly, he lifted his gaze towards the horizon. “I’ve been rather fortunate recently,” he thought.

In the torrential rain, two figures materialized one after another. One was fleeing, while the other was in hot pursuit.

“Hey, kid, don’t run! You were so confident a moment ago!” The old man aggressively chased the young man.

Suddenly, a gust of wind barreled down. The old man’s pupils constricted as he instinctively threw a punch.

Clang!

A clear sound reverberated from Qin Huai’s body. He felt as if an invisible force was permeating his blood and qi. Glancing at his personal panel, he noticed his vitality seemed to have increased by 0.1.

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