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Chapter 207 - 207 149 Rune Progress Surges (5600)_1

Chapter 207: 149 Rune Progress Surges (5600)_1 Chapter 207: 149 Rune Progress Surges (5600)_1 “What is the power of the Secret Soul?”

It was clear that Duomeng had never heard of such a thing before.

Casio smiled, “Can you guess how old I am now?”

“Thirty-five? Thirty? Twenty-eight?!” For each guess, Casio just shook his head gently. Duomeng couldn’t help but exclaim, “You’re not in your forties, are you?”

“So this power of the Secret Soul is really useful, huh? Can it actually maintain physical body functions and youthful appearance?” He guessed based on his own imagination, and his guess seemed quite reasonable.

“Surrender already. Didn’t you tell me when we first sparred by Mirror Lake that I wasn’t even thirty? So naturally, you should guess a lower age.” Casio shook his head, looking a bit speechless.

“Holy hell, are you under twenty-five?!”

“Twenty-four…”

Duomeng was instantly shocked with his eyes wide open. After two scraps, he realized that Casio’s strength was not below his, but likely on par with his. Duomeng was trained from an early age in the Three-eyed Mad Lion Style and was now thirty-one years old, with his physique at the limit of the second Blood Acceleration Node.

He was just one opportunity away from breaking through this bottleneck and reaching the realm of Major Accomplishment in boxing. By then, his three Blood Acceleration Nodes would form a cycle, able to steady the flow of his body’s energy, preventing it from fading with age.

Typically, this decline begins at thirty-five.

Secret Martial Artists must achieve the realm of Major Accomplishment in boxing before the age of thirty-five to be eligible to continue to progress in the next phase and aim for the higher levels of the Secret Martial Arts.

Being able to achieve such accomplishments at the age of thirty-one, Duomeng is viewed as the leading talent within his sect. And yet, the man standing before him has achieved comparable heights at the age of twenty-four – a whole seven years younger!

This can no longer be described as genius; it’s monstrous.

One must understand that after breaking through the Inhuman Realm, every phase of human cultivation advancement requires a long time. When Duomeng was twenty-five, he had already broken through the second Blood Acceleration Node, but it took him a good six years to just barely nudge towards the next break.

And this is under the condition where his talent and resources were plentiful.

Duomeng’s face looked shocked, and then he took a deep breath: “Have you mutated? Can I feel your bone age?”

No mutation, I just cheated…

Casio thought inside, then extended his sturdy arm. His bone age was indeed twenty-four.

He hadn’t lied about that.

After a while, Duomeng pulled his hand back, disbelief all over his face, looking at Casio as if observing something.

“So, did you achieve the limit of the second Blood Acceleration Realm at such a young age because of that power of the Secret Soul?”

Duomeng licked his lips; his heart was racing.

“Yes.” Casio nodded lightly, “Also, you made a mistake, I am not at the second Blood Acceleration, but the third!” His eyes turned blood-red in an instant; dense streaks of blood spread like a spider web across his pupils>.

Upon being stared at with those blood-red pupils, Duomeng felt as if a top-level predator had locked onto him. It’s dangerous, extremely dangerous.

“Damn!”

He couldn’t help but curse inwardly. He wasn’t even qualified to be compared with him. The gap of a single node…

If it really came to a battle of life and death, Duomeng would without a doubt, die.

Half an hour later, shock covered most of Duomeng’s handsome face, mixed with intense desire, curiosity, and bewilderment.

The power of the Secret Soul could be used to enhance a Secret Martial Artist’s three-dimensional physical attributes, including but not limited to strength, speed, and defense. It could enhance the secret techniques mastered by the user; all that’s needed is to imagine the cultivation of the secret techniques while utilizing the power of the Secret Soul.

The power of the Secret Soul would automatically dissipate after being used hundreds or thousands of times in the body, to accelerate time, instantly enhancing one’s realm.

This was absolutely a super cultivation accelerator!

As long as one’s power control realm was in place, their physique could reach the pinnacle! For those with a higher martial realm than their physical realm, this was just divine intervention. And the group who would benefit the most from the power of the Secret Soul wasn’t them, but the old boxers and elders of the sect whose energy flow began to decline!

Due to their age, even their three-node cycles could scarcely hold back the energy flow from oozing out. Even though they accumulated martial insight, expertise and sophistication over decades, their power was still severely reduced.

If the physique couldn’t maintain, no matter how strong the skills were, the visible limit was set in stone. This was the sadness of the Secret Martial Artists facing the passage of time.

And now, an opportunity appeared before them.

The power of the Secret Soul, an amazing power that could enable the user to reach the limit of his physique as far as one can control. Can you imagine what this means to those old-timers? A chance for revival?!

Revive one’s vigor in old age.

A rebirth of their physique?

The hope for the elderly to climb the martial arts staircase again?

Damn! If the elders of his sect found out the use of the power of the Secret Soul, they would be frantic! It’s horrifying…

In an instant, Duomeng thought of his master. Now a thin old man, he used to be strong like a bear twenty years ago. Known as the Evil Lion, he roamed the northern regions in his youth, was brave, aggressive, cruel, and dominant.

It was only after his energy began to decline that he started to rein in his temper and gradually look more amicable. Duomeng experienced the entire phase, during which he was often beaten up.