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Chapter 546 - 32: Horse Treads the Martial World!_3

Chapter 546: Chapter 32: Horse Treads the Martial World!_3

Murong Longtu didn’t teach him the so-called swordsmanship, but taught him to unleash the potential of his body.

Although Murong Longtu was extremely indulgent towards the boy.

But when it came to training, the more he doted on him, the harsher he became.

All the soldiers of the Qilin Army watched as even their own Main General trained so desperately; they couldn’t stand idly by and trained with all their might, only to be knocked flat on their backs by the group of seven doctors, stuffed with medicine. Those who didn’t treasure their bodies were dragged away by the group of seven in the end.

Then burst forth a series of miserable howls.

They heard the General say something about muscle soreness being the accumulation of some sort of acid.

It would be good if one used some sort of fascia knife to massage it out.

After discussing, the doctors brought out their ancestral bone-setting techniques, modified them as massage methods particularly targeting the muscles of martial artists in the military formation, focusing on attacking the muscle areas.

And with enough subjects at hand, their proficiency in this skill rapidly increased.

As they kept adjusting, the results gradually improved.

The next day, the warriors found they could maintain a considerable level of physical recovery.

As a result, each night the human warriors’ wails were enough to make the wild beasts for miles around flee in terror. When Li Guanyi trained martial arts with Sword Madman, Yuwen Tianxian eventually began to teach him the basics of the Battle Formation, imparting all kinds of Military Formations to him.

Yuwen Tianxian’s comprehensive abilities were the most well-rounded among the famous generals.

Once he spoke up, the Qilin Army nearly became regularized at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Therefore, even old hands like Lei Laomeng’s attitude towards Yuwen Tianxian improved markedly.

No, or rather, precisely because he was an old hand, his attitude improved rapidly.

The main point was that Yuwen Tianxian’s bowl now contained more meat.

If noodles were on the menu today, Yuwen Tianxian could get a full five cloves of garlic for his share.

Lei Laomeng was exceedingly humble, practically throwing away his face, hoping to stealthily learn more from Yuwen Tianxian, a renowned general. When asked why, Lei Laomeng tugged at the corner of his mouth, "It needs to be steady, General. It has to be steady. I have over a hundred brothers under my command now."

"If I’m not steady, all these men could die. Just thinking about it keeps me awake all night. Could you teach me?"

Yuwen Tianxian fell silent; he wanted to attempt to understand Li Guanyi’s military tactics, so he taught.

Lei Laomeng had no place to train troops, so he went to hunt wild beasts for practice.

The base of the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect was located in the buffer zone between two nations’ borders, just the kind of sect that would surge up in numbers and undertake disgraceful activities, reluctant to place their main temple within the interior of a major country, a good seven hundred li away.

The Qilin Army marched slowly, even with martial artists possessing Inner Qi.

At first, they could only travel several ten li per day.

Later, the pace slowly increased.

Lei Laomeng clenched his teeth and said, "Brothers, form up and march; with the Battle Formation in place, our breaths connected, it won’t be as tiring!" Eventually, it’s not clear which guy spread the word throughout the entire squad, but this bunch, lacking foundational knowledge of the Military School, came up with the idea and actually did it.

One day, Yuwen Hua woke up to see the entire Qilin Army advancing in a military formation as though about to charge into battle, and Yuwen Hua was startled—

Military Formations, with breaths connected, layer upon layer, is extremely taxing on the spirit.

It was a state of highly concentrated essence and spirit.

As expected, these people walked only more than ten li that day before they all collapsed from exhaustion.

A group of soldiers sprawled on the ground and were dragged into the army medical tent by seven old ghosts, watching their Main General practicing his sword alone, feeling indignant. Yuwen Hua couldn’t help but sneer, "Do you think you are a mighty army? Advancing in a pre-battle formation?"

"Do you have any idea how difficult that is?"

He knew that, although he was a captive, he wouldn’t be beaten.

So, he sneered in his dissatisfaction.

But on the second day, this group of determined people stubbornly held their breath, maintaining the Battle Formation marching stance for twenty li.

Yuwen Hua was planning to watch their folly, but as he watched, he gradually lost the ability to laugh. On the seventh day, they advanced at battle-ready pace for thirty li and according to Yuwen Tianxian’s tactics, the Reconnoitre Army discovered a camp ahead, a den of bandits.

Ling Pingyang personally led a team, mixing a batch of veterans with thirty Heavy Cavalry.

They directly uprooted the bandit stronghold.

After cleaning up, they executed the wicked, and for the innocents or accomplices, they were recruited into the army.

In such a manner, they continued military training while advancing slowly at first, but this troop transformed at a speed visible to the naked eye. With Sword Madman present, there was no chance for them to miss any faults in their martial arts practice from the old man’s watchful eyes.

And for Li Guanyi, the Great Grandmaster personally created a foundational Sword technique.

Not skilled in combat, but capable of training the meridians and bones throughout the body, tempering from the outside in.

Perfectly compatible with "Taiping Skill."

Combined, the soldiers of the Qilin Army dubbed it the "Qilin Skill."

Daily practice could not exceed half an hour.

The soldiers of the Qilin Army watched as Li Guanyi trained.

Seeing their Main General do so, they naturally chose to follow the boss’s method.

So the next day, Yuwen Hua was woken up by the sound of sword clashing; he came out to see two thousand one hundred big men holding long swords, forming a formation, moving forward in battle-ready mode, hacking and slashing, their breaths united as one, transforming into a military formation: the sword moves were simple, yet they had an aura of murderous chill.

It smacked right in his face.

Yuwen Hua opened his mouth; he was already feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp.