Holy Fist
Chapter 274 - 142 The Great War has Arrived_2

Chapter 274: 142 The Great War has Arrived_2

"..."

Bai Xiao looked at Wu Binghe with confusion, feeling there was more to his words.

The two exchanged a glance, and Wu Binghe pointed a finger on the table.

"Bai Xiao, do you know what is most crucial for a Martial Artist?" he asked, fixing his gaze on Bai Xiao with a serious and stern expression.

Bai Xiao pondered for a moment and replied, "Battle mode?"

Wu Binghe shook his head.

"Then, frequency membrane?"

Bai Xiao tried again.

Wu Binghe still shook his head.

"Yes, but no. The so-called ’battle mode’, the so-called ’frequency membrane’, are all superficial. The core, in fact, boils down to just one thing, that is frequency..."

He continued, "Master the frequency, master everything."

"Perception, imitation, entry, are the steps from a Breaker to a Martial Artist. Breakers use the Brain Manipulation Technique to gain a different world’s perspective, allowing them to see the colorful depths of worlds afar. Then, by summarizing patterns and finding inspiration, they attempt repeatedly..."

"The specific method involves, through the Extreme Coordination Method, continuously and rapidly switching the ratio between the states of Swallowing Demon and God Descent, to reach a unique stable frequency. This allows one at a certain moment, to instantly enter the deeper world. You yourself would also reach a state not belonging to the real world..."

"The so-called ’Qi’, the so-called ’battle mode’. It’s all you! Be it your physique, your will, your Secret Martial, or even your style, they are the tangible expressions in the deeper world. They are inherently your own things, just not manifest nor able to exert their power in the real world."

Wu Binghe explained bit by bit, and Bai Xiao listened intently.

To him, Wu Binghe was akin to a mentor.

Bai Xiao could feel an inexplicable goodwill from Wu Binghe toward him.

It seemed to be because of the Skull Mark, but it seemed not just that.

"Senior brother, so the core point is frequency, how does that relate to my breakthrough as a Martial Artist?" Bai Xiao asked, still somewhat unclear...

"Hehe..."

Wu Binghe chuckled twice, looking at Bai Xiao, tapped the pitch-black Skull Mark on the back of his hand, "Remember now? Whenever we are dragged into the deeper world by the nightmares of fear, does the brain not feel a strong tremor and a surge of over-frequency? That is actually the frequency of the deeper world."

Bai Xiao’s eyes widened suddenly, and he realized.

Indeed, he felt that way every time he entered or left the nightmares of fear. Bai Xiao just thought it was some kind of anomaly and hadn’t paid much attention.

Yet, he had never thought, that was the key to his breakthrough as a Martial Artist!

"Others who are Breakers trying to become Martial Artists can only gaze far into the deeper world through Brain Manipulation Technique. But seeing, isn’t experiencing as impressively! Experiencing it once surpasses watching from afar a hundred times..."

Wu Binghe smiled, "Thus, we Imprinters are indeed blessed in disguise, at least making it much easier to become Martial Artists. As long as the strength is there, entering the nightmares of fear a few more times, remembering that feeling..."

"Then trying it back in the real world, there’s a high probability of breakthrough."

"After I realized that, it only took me two months in total to break through to Martial Artist, even shorter than the time it took me to master internal strength..."

Bai Xiao nodded, not expecting such a benefit.

Enlightened indeed, truly enlightened!

These insights from Wu Binghe could save him a lot of time.

Bai Xiao immediately expressed his thanks.

The two chatted idly for a while longer.

Before leaving, Wu Binghe suddenly picked up a backpack from the ground and placed it on the table. He opened the zipper of the backpack, which contained several documents and books.

It was evident they were frequently used for a while, with a lot of reading traces, folding marks, and slightly yellowed rough edges.

"These are two things I have been studying recently, they might be of help to you. Take a look when you have time. One is about the background of the nightmares of fear, the other about the application of Fear Qi. Oh, Bai Xiao, there’s also a notebook I wrote, it’s some notes I made after experiencing the nightmares of fear. Definitely useful for you to read more of this..."

Wu Binghe’s face showed a faint smile, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

"Thank you, senior brother."

Bai Xiao expressed his thanks again.

"It’s getting late, I haven’t had dinner yet, I’m off to the headquarters’ cafeteria for a quick meal." Wu Binghe stood up, walking towards the door, and Bai Xiao saw him out. At the doorway, when the door opened, they stopped.

Wu Binghe suddenly turned around, whispered to Bai Xiao,

"Be careful these days."

As Bai Xiao looked puzzled, he added,

"The Horror Bird Organization is unlikely to let things slide, better safe than sorry."

Then, Wu Binghe quickly left, his figure disappearing down the corridor.

Bai Xiao stood in place, glanced around, and returned to the Demonstration Arena.

He walked back to the chairs and sat down thoughtfully.

He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but Bai Xiao felt something was off about the eldest brother. Just now, although the eldest brother had been smiling, he seemed very serious and solemn inside. An inappropriate analogy, it was like entrusting his legacy before a battle. He slowly turned his head and looked at the backpack that was left open on the table.

He casually took out several documents and booklets.

He skimmed through them noisily.

He noticed certain terms that appeared frequently and jot them down slightly.

"fearful creatures"

"Materialization of Fear Qi"

"ancient great empire"

And... Beidou Power.

Bai Xiao could not understand a single one and finally closed all the documents again.

He stuffed them back into the backpack, pulled the zipper, and placed it in the bookcase.

A minute later, he took out some high-calorie food he had prepared and began to replenish his nourishment. After about ten minutes, Bai Xiao’s hunger was alleviated.

He picked up a set of black and gold training clothes and left the Demonstration Arena.

Following the corridor, he headed to the showers on the second floor.

In the hallways, Bai Xiao passed by several other Demonstration Arenas.

Suddenly, he discovered that apart from the eldest brother Wu Binghe, who had just gone out.

All other core disciples were practicing intensively.

Even the previously injured third brother Wei Gang had begun to train again, starting some recovery training. Everyone was very diligent, seemingly with a sense of urgency. This was likely related to the dangerous situation in recent times.

The Horror Bird Organization was indeed a significant threat to the Fierce Bird Sect.

...

At 7:20 PM, in the suburbs of Huaisui City, at the Fierce Bird Sect Headquarters.

At the foot of a towering mountain, a sprawled white building complex, resembling a giant beast crouching. Glowing brightly, it illuminated the surrounding roads and grassy area.

The outside of the buildings was quite quiet, with only the faint chirping of insects among the weeds.

"Thud!"

Suddenly, a black shoe stomped out of thin air.

It crushed a green frog that was just croaking.

The footprint was deep, filled with mangled flesh and blood.

"Thud thud thud thud thud thud..."

More footsteps echoed, coming from all directions, from northeast, southwest, and northwest.

If viewed from above, one could see numerous figures in black robes, ghost-like, rapidly approaching the Fierce Bird Sect Headquarters, their hems fluttering loudly. They were too many, dense like a hunting pack of wolves.

Pairs of blood-red, furious eyes floated in the dark shadows of the night.

Like droves of Evil Ghosts pouring out from Hell, sweeping through the human realm.

"Kill!!!!"

With a command, many masters from the Horror Bird Organization smashed through the perimeter wall.

The atmosphere erupted with danger, filled with stunning killing intent as bright as fire everywhere.

"Enemies attacking!!!"

A patrolling disciple shouted loudly, calling out on the walkie-talkie.

"Aaargh aaargh aaargh aaargh..."

Piercing screams echoed under the moonlit night, repeatedly reverberating.

Whoosh!

A black-robed figure flickered in mid-air like overclocking, eerily appearing atop the surrounding tallest building, quietly overlooking below.

Beneath his black robe, billows of dark smoke arose as if thoroughly dyeing the surrounding area into cursed evil soil. The figure in the black robe slowly raised his hands from his sleeves, his fingers as white as jade, pressing forward in the air. He seemed to be reaching for a specific part of the Fierce Bird Sect, trying to take what belonged to him.

"Yan Qi, I’ve come for you..."

"This time, you can’t stop me!!!"