Master of Kaidan
Chapter 191

Chapter 191: Chapter 191

Chapter 191: Immersed in Training

On the boundless green prairie, dozens of cavalry were galloping wildly. They occasionally bent their bows and nocked arrows, shooting them dozens of meters away, where a man like a ghost was constantly flickering to and fro.

Unfortunately, these arrows seemed to be under some magic spell, as not a single one could hit its target.

The ghostly man remained unafraid of the opponents’ overwhelming numbers, charging towards the cavalry with the momentum of a tiger entering a sheepfold.

Seeing that the arrows couldn’t hit their mark, the cavalry immediately drew their curved blades, urging their warhorses to launch a charge at the man.

They emitted emotionless battle cries, like puppets devoid of fear, attacking the man with their programmed moves.

"Seventh Sword!"

Feng Xue leaped over several meters. Seeing the lead horse already close at hand, his figure transformed into a soft and slippery tentacle, drilling beneath the horse at an extremely tricky angle.

The next moment, the horse let out a tragic wail and collapsed to the ground.

Feng Xue did not attend to the cavalryman on the horse’s back but moved like a snake, weaving through the dust stirred by the horse hooves, skillfully dodging the curved blades slashing at him from all angles while efficiently killing the horses.

"Good thing I didn’t bring a filter this time, or I definitely wouldn’t dare broadcast this scene." Feng Xue thought of the knight’s appearance under the filter earlier. Inside, he silently fantasized about the dozens of cavalrymen in front of him. Could it be... not impossible?

While his mind wandered, Feng Xue’s actions revealed no flaws. Cluster-type enemies were individually weaker than other guards. If it had been him before, he might have been overwhelmed when faced with attacks from all directions simultaneously. But with the trial continuing, his understanding of the Complete Heaven Shifting Star Skill rapidly improved.

Although his progress in mathematics was still slow, he had officially mastered the movement technique.

By changing his movement technique, he ensured that he never faced more than three enemies simultaneously, significantly reducing the pressure of combat.

Within less than a quarter of an hour, dozens of horses had all fallen, even some cavalrymen had their legs crushed by the horses. The remaining cavalry charged at Feng Xue with their curved blades, but under the Life-taking Thirteen Swords—a swordsmanship that efficiently reaped lives—their charge was nothing more than moths to a flame.

One by one, the horseless cavalry fell. Covered in blood from men and horses, Feng Xue looked at the few cavalry immobilized by their downed horses and remarked,

"I admit defeat."

The trial space began to fade. Everything blurred, and the original pungent odor of rust and horse intestines rapidly diminished as Feng Xue returned to the staircase of the Eighth Layer.

Returning to the apartment area on the Seventh Layer, Feng Xue lay down directly on a soft patch of grass, ignoring the surrounding gazes, slowly calming the violence in his heart stirred by the killing.

It was fortunate that he had accidentally learned meditation at the garbage mountain; otherwise, the cultivation of the Life-taking Thirteen Swords might have irreversibly affected his character.

Killing intent should only be directed at those you intend to kill.

Rampant killing intent is nothing more than meaningless brutality.

The Spiritual Platform Mirror emitted waves of brilliance, gradually washing away the malice accumulated from slaughter. As Feng Xue interpreted the Supreme Martial Arts, the mirror had many blanks that could be inscribed again.

Every bit of insight gained was engraved on the mirror. As usual, most of it would fade and disappear slowly, leaving only a few words twisted into a strange seal script on the mirror.

Feng Xue didn’t know if this meant that these insights were truly realized or if they coincidentally aligned with the basic rules of "manifesting heavenly star formations in writing."

But understanding wasn’t important; he simply enjoyed the pleasure of visualizing his progress.

Indeed, when training had a visualized progress indicator, the perception changed dramatically.

For instance, he completely forgot he came to challenge for residence rights, immersing all his time in continually battling the guards.

Although only three types of guards remained—superpower, cluster-type, and knight—each batch brought something different. The myriad superpower users require no elaboration, and the knights split into bow riders, rangers, heavy cavalry... and other subcategories. The cluster-type varied from hunting groups to Mongolian cavalry, from English longbowmen to the Hospital Knights...

Feng Xue even encountered a small team of vampire infantry equipped with iron fist rocket launchers and submachine guns, making his scalp tingle just recalling them.

Such battles not only increased proficiency in various skills and combat experience but also enhanced Feng Xue’s understanding of killing intent. In the constant cycle of killing and being killed, he comprehended the essence of death.

Flames burned, blood reversed, chaotic blade strikes, and even being torn and devoured alive.

All this pressure transformed into nourishment for the Life-taking Thirteen Swords, naturally perceiving the green leaves nourished by the roots. If he wasn’t self-aware of his insufficient realm, unable to control his killing intent, he might have seen slight traces of the red flower that bloomed after the Fourteenth Sword.

"The mindset still falls short." Feng Xue sighed quietly, splitting a few strands of consciousness to address the current world rules he had no time for during the challenge process.

In Western eyes, Asian restraint was often seen as a sign of cowardice and incompetence. When they encountered someone cowardly but slightly wealthy, some ATM machines couldn’t resist trying to withdraw a bit more.

This led to a higher duty rate for him on the Ambulance Demon than the Swearers, despite Libra already becoming a worldwide phenomenon—

Of course, the Executioners helped share his workload.

Shaking his head to dismiss unnecessary thoughts, this month’s time was incredibly precious. Once the malice in his heart completely dissipated, he stood up again, expressing his desire for a challenge to the Tower of Babylon.

...

Main World, Yan Country, West Capital City, Kaidan Countermeasure Bureau, Martial Arts Experiment Group Leader’s Office—

"Leader, new situation! New situation!"

"What happened?" Seeing his deputy rushing in frantically, the Martial Arts Experiment Group leader immediately put down his book on meridian theory, his heart rising to his throat. Although the deputy’s expression didn’t look like bad news, he couldn’t help but feel anxious.

"Progress... today, I don’t know why, almost everyone... everyone..."

Listening to the deputy pant heavily, the leader felt on the verge of a heart attack. He picked up his tea mug and placed it in front of the deputy, sternly saying,

"What happened to everyone? Speak slowly, don’t rush!"

Although the words advised not rushing, the expression with eyes about to pop out made the deputy too scared to touch the tea mug. Holding his breath, he forced the words out—

"Everyone’s progress in training has skyrocketed! Originally, we estimated at least two months for Li Wenquan to reach the Fifth Layer, but now he’s almost at the Sixth! And their training progress... has also increased significantly, just like... like they consumed some heavenly treasures from a novel!"

"?" The leader’s expression turned instantly vivid. After a brief consideration, he immediately picked up the phone and dialed a number:

"Hello, Old Liu. Check the orders from the logistics group in recent days. Yes, check the food, drinks, and medicine channels. No, nothing went wrong. It’s mainly to summarize various situational changes. Yes, good, I’m waiting."

After making this call, the leader seemed not entirely at ease and dialed another number—

"Hello, Old Wang, it’s Lin Xinze. Today, our group’s training progress suddenly surged, and I’m worried something might be wrong. Okay, no problem. I’ll keep a close eye on it. Huh? Recruit thirty more people? Alright, I understand... I’ll send out the volunteer forms now..."