Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 96 Practicing Martial Arts Underwater: The Ghost Emperor's Scheme with the Eternal East Wind (Please Subscribe)

"I'm not sure about the results of this training."

As the first rays of dawn touched the horizon, a state-of-the-art Federal speedboat started its engine at the port of Tianhai City, shooting off like an arrow and cutting through the calm sea.

Makino stood at the bow of the ship, looking at Feng Zaixing who was doing stretching exercises on the deck, and said with a headache.

"You have already completed your second awakening under the influence of the immortal item, but your foundation is far from that of a third awakening. We don't know if the ocean training in our sect will be of any use."

"Whether it works or not, we'll see after we try. Anyway, it's not a loss. If I can't improve my main martial soul, I'll improve my angelic one."

Stretching out my arms and legs to face the sea breeze, with the boundless blue sky in my eyes, I feel my heart expand as the wind blows. Although it is not as intimate as the sky, it is still refreshing and invigorating.

Mu Ye shook his head and chuckled: "You, you, although our sect's method can theoretically allow all martial souls to undergo a second awakening, the six-winged angel is already the pinnacle in the world—"

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly remembered that the Le family's sacred baptism could elevate one's martial spirit level.

The first sacred baptism is to stimulate sacred potential and shape the martial soul; the second baptism allows the martial soul to evolve into twelve wings.

According to the records of the Yue family, that was the light and shadow of the Archangel. Legend has it that the first Angel God had more than six wings, but the limit of the martial soul passed down was six wings.

At this moment, the tall and broad-shouldered Aruheng stretched and walked out of the deck cabin, looking radiant, and said, "Back to the ocean again, I really missed it."

"Junior brother, our sect's cultivation method involves risking your life, so you should be mentally prepared."

"We were prepared."

Feng Zaixing rubbed his hands together, turned around and smiled, "During my seclusion, I studied the human body's meridians and martial arts techniques, and I'm about to put them into practice."

His smile was as bright as the morning sun, possessing a captivating charm that drew people in.

"If my research goes well, I will definitely share my insights with my senior brothers and teachers, so that my lineage can flourish even more!"

When Tang Shenwang opened up his eight extraordinary meridians, he was at the Soul Master realm. He had the Eight Spider Lances to enhance his physique. Although he is currently a Soul Venerable, his Martial Soul and Soul Bone have a greater effect on his physique than before. He believes his foundation is already sufficient.

For a Soul Master, opening up the Eight Extraordinary Meridians is equivalent to directly upgrading the quality of their Martial Soul, and the resulting benefits are definitely greater than those of an ordinary Soul Master.

Mu Ye clapped his hands and laughed heartily: "I have no more extravagant hopes in this life. It would be better if you brothers could support each other."

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Feng Zaixing smiled but didn't say much. In his heart, he was thinking about what kind of secluded dark room to prepare for this lazy teacher. Mingde Hall was good.

The waves surged in relentlessly, towering like mountains, one after another. The speedboat cut through the waves and ventured deep into the deserted land. The outline of Tianhai City gradually shrank to the size of building blocks and disappeared without a trace.

Muye's god-level mech hovered in the air, hunting seafood on the spot. The three of them, master and apprentice, ate their fill and practiced their combat skills.

As the night sky shone brightly, the death training began.

With a "plop," Feng Zaixing jumped into the sea, channeling his soul power, and shot downwards like a small sun.

In Mu Ye's words, Feng Zaixing had a very masochistic streak. Aruheng patted the bald head, looked at Feng Zaixing, and said to Mu Ye beside him, "I completed my awakening in forty-two days back then, you took twenty-eight days, how long will it take you, junior brother?"

"It's definitely not shorter than yours," Makino replied, grimacing slightly as if his teeth were aching.

"I'm not sure about his situation. If there's still no news, it could take up to 49 days. That's going to be tough."

"A few days ago, we could use simple water pressure, but by the seventh day at most, we'll need to use a soul beast to apply pressure to him. You wait on the boat, and I'll go and apply some pressure to him."

After saying that, Mu Ye soared into the air and, with the cultivation of a Title Douluo, made a move from a distance, manipulating a portion of the water power to press down heavily.

Like a millstone crushing rice, it rolled up Feng Zaixing's body, grinding it in circles.

Deep in the ocean, the wind rises again, protecting the body with its battle spirit. The three ten-thousand-year soul rings light up almost simultaneously, and the body is elevated to its strongest level.

At the same time, under immense water pressure, his aura quickly condensed in this environment, as if he were gathering all his power within his body. He slowly swung out his right fist, which condensed into a dark, inky halo.

"Right here, let's test the Titan's Fist."

Feng Zaixing's gaze was deep and focused. With the Overlord's Battle Spirit emanating from him, his fist technique incorporated the dignified aura of a king and the domineering spirit of sweeping away thousands of troops. He unleashed a punch that seemed to defy the heavens.

His holy sword is not a heavy sword style, making it difficult to practice here. However, it is most suitable for practicing a powerful and explosive fist technique like the Titan Fist.

After a series of hunts down evil soul masters, he specifically went to the Heavenly Saint Rift Halberd to obtain this set of fist techniques created by Er Ming, intending to integrate it into his own combat system.

On the surface of the sea, Mu Ye watched as Feng Zaixing unleashed a series of extremely powerful and fierce punches, and a slight sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Practicing techniques in this kind of environment, he truly deserves to be called the sect's unparalleled genius," he muttered to himself.

"That's right, don't you even know whose descendant he is?"

A smug old voice echoed in his ears. Mu Ye's lips twitched, but he didn't move his head and said, "Yes, yes, he is still your descendant. Remember to keep it a secret."

Le Zhengyang raised his chin, his tone tinged with pride: "(√一～) If I weren't worried that you couldn't protect him with your meager abilities, I wouldn't even bother watching."

"You've seen our tribe's sacred baptism, what's the big deal?"

Mu Ye was immediately furious and silently increased his output against Feng Zaixing.

If he were a Limit Douluo, he would definitely have sparred with this old man!

At the top of the Spirit Tower in Shrek City, Qian Gu Dong Feng is listening to his subordinates report on their work.

"Tower Master, our media group has produced a program that uses Cai Yue'er to expose the true face of Shrek Academy and promote the glorious deeds of this tower and the Federation. Although it has received a lot of criticism since its release, its ratings have already topped the charts of various programs."

One member of parliament excitedly reported on his work achievements, saying, "The momentum is still rising, and I believe that as time goes on, we will be able to break records."

Qian Gu Dongfeng, with his hands crossed on the table and a beaming smile, clapped his hands in encouragement:

"Alright, let's keep going! This show is the first of its kind ever, taking advantage of Shrek's plummeting reputation to kick them while they're down!"

"We absolutely cannot allow the general public to continue to be deceived by Shrek Academy, including the stories of those reclusive families attacking Gu Yue and Deputy Tower Master Leng sweeping them away!"

At this moment, Qian Gu Dongfeng knew that the most urgent task was to gather all forces to deal with his old enemy. He knew that the Federation intended to use him as a scapegoat, but this suited his wishes perfectly!

He'd waited too long for this opportunity. What did it matter if he was a knife? As long as he could kill Shrek!

Just then, the soul-guided communicator in his arms made a sound. Qian Gu Dongfeng glanced down at it and patted his subordinate's shoulder without making a sound:

"I have other matters to attend to, you may leave now."

"Yes." The councilor bowed respectfully and carefully withdrew.

After ensuring the room was empty, Qian Gu Dong Feng entered a secret room and released his spiritual power to isolate himself from the outside world.

After taking double precautions, he squinted and answered the phone.

"Ghost Emperor, what business do you have with me?"

"Hehehe, I heard that the Angel Family has recently produced a genius who loves to oppose us. That's why I've come to ask you, the Tower Master of the Eternal Age, about that person's background, haven't I?"

A hoarse, shrill voice came from the other end of the soul-guided communicator. Qian Gu Dongfeng immediately frowned and slowly said:

"Alright, I'll tell you. He's the last surviving member of the Blood God Legion, the young sect master of the Body Sect, a descendant of the Angel Family, the son-in-law of the Yu family, the heir favored by Chen Xinjie and Yu Guanzhi, and the future leader of the War God Hall—."

"Alright, alright, you're so young and you have so many titles, it's making my head spin."

The Ghost Emperor's voice grew impatient, as if he were cursing, "His name is Feng Zaixing, right? We'll have to work together to wipe him out one of these days! A six-winged angel, humph, this little thing's bloodlust is far stronger than Yun Ming's. Many people in our sect aren't as bloodthirsty as him!"

"That damned martial spirit disappeared for 20,000 years and then reappeared; it's like a persistent ghost!"

Qian Gu Dong Feng said, "That old bastard Yue Zhengyang is following us, how are we going to kill him? Are you going to die or is the Underworld Emperor going to die? Should we still proceed with the plan to bomb Shrek City?"

"Old people will eventually pass away!"

The Ghost Emperor cursed angrily, "From now on, you and I must keep a close eye on things. Otherwise, if Shrek Academy is gone and the Temple of War becomes even stronger, you certainly don't want another powerful figure to appear above the Spirit Pagoda!"

"You don't need to remind me—"

Qian Gu Dongfeng closed his eyes, took a long breath, and his face turned pale and cold.

"I will inform you at the most opportune time, and ideally, I will frame the Shrek Tang Sect!"