Chapter 18: Phantom Leg Art
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Chapter 18: Phantom Leg Art
Tyrion got home and clicked on the bell. In the next few minutes, the aroma of food permeated his room as the servants brought them in.
Like a ravenous beast, he devoured the food as though he was a pervert seeing a young naked girl.
The night left and the morning came. Tyrion started by practicing his cell Tempering method and then went to the cliff.
He started off by practicing the Nine Saber styles. From the first style to the ninth style
Smoothly moving from stance to stance, the light flashing from the Sabre was just like the light reflected off a river under the moonlight.
As for its combat prowess, it had exceeded its simple one-tier rank and had reached the early stages of tier-2 and was Tyrion's strongest move at the moment.
On that steep cliff, a human figure waved a broad blade and pointed towards the huge rock on the other side.
A light shone from a blade just like a mirror reflecting sunbeams.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
The huge rock was pierced like a piece of cheese leaving behind countless marks; each mark had a depth of more than three centimeters.
"Finally." Out of breath, Tyrion's head was full of sweat, but he did not seem to care at all. The marks on the rock caused him great satisfaction. This material is rooted in n0velbin★
The ninth style was many times harder than the eighth style, but its power was also many times stronger. Some people spend at least a year to master it, but for him, it took less than a second.
He stomped his feet and suddenly, time seemed to stop. A thick long straight line extended out, connecting him to a rock nearby.
Another figure of the youth suddenly took form behind the rock as though he had been there in the first place.
"Star Annihilation!"
A small spark appeared.
The next second, half of the rock was scored with a horrifying twenty-centimeter-deep mark. It was clean and neat, yet aggressive and cold-blooded.
Returning his broad blade to its scabbard, the young man stared at his phantom which was still standing in his original position and was just now, fading as he mumbled to himself: "No wonder the Phantom Leg art is considered one of the hardest art out there. it turns out that this Phantom Leg art was not just some simple tier-one manual. It actually contains profound skills, making its actual rank much higher than what the manual had been listed at. Only these truths were not explained in the manual."
"One entire week just to get initiated in the skill. Just how long would I need to reach level one them without the system?" The young man shook his head, a bit dejected by his talent. If it were other students, he didn't know how long it would take them to get initiated to the skill but it shouldn't be as long as him
This young man was Tyrion. Over the past week, he had been training the Phantom Leg technique only to reach initiation level where the system can barely recognize the skill.
Fortunately, Tyrion had the system, upgrading it to the ultima state immediately.
Imagine having the power of comprehension and just training a single technique for a hundred years to the extent you understand the heart and the soul of the technique and realize the true essence and what it meant to activate and even upgrade the technique to a new height, that was the Ultima state.
"It's time! I should go and return the books and accept the rewards for reaching the ultima states of these techniques." Remembering the reward system of Death Academy, Tyrion did not want to waste a second, he immediately started to head back.
Tyrion arrived at the Library.
The old librarian looked up from his desk and recognized Tyrion instantly, he spoke up, "How was it?... you failed to master that Berserk Explosion, right? It's not too late for you to choose another art since you're the legend of your set."
Tyrion smiled, "there's no need, I came to return the script."
"Okay, just sign here."
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Chapter 18: Phantom Leg Art
Tyrion got home and clicked on the bell. In the next few minutes, the aroma of food permeated his room as the servants brought them in.
Like a ravenous beast, he devoured the food as though he was a pervert seeing a young naked girl.
The night left and the morning came. Tyrion started by practicing his cell Tempering method and then went to the cliff.
He started off by practicing the Nine Saber styles. From the first style to the ninth style
Smoothly moving from stance to stance, the light flashing from the Sabre was just like the light reflected off a river under the moonlight.
As for its combat prowess, it had exceeded its simple one-tier rank and had reached the early stages of tier-2 and was Tyrion's strongest move at the moment.
On that steep cliff, a human figure waved a broad blade and pointed towards the huge rock on the other side.
A light shone from a blade just like a mirror reflecting sunbeams.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
The huge rock was pierced like a piece of cheese leaving behind countless marks; each mark had a depth of more than three centimeters.
"Finally." Out of breath, Tyrion's head was full of sweat, but he did not seem to care at all. The marks on the rock caused him great satisfaction. This material is rooted in n0velbin★
The ninth style was many times harder than the eighth style, but its power was also many times stronger. Some people spend at least a year to master it, but for him, it took less than a second.
He stomped his feet and suddenly, time seemed to stop. A thick long straight line extended out, connecting him to a rock nearby.
Another figure of the youth suddenly took form behind the rock as though he had been there in the first place.
"Star Annihilation!"
A small spark appeared.
The next second, half of the rock was scored with a horrifying twenty-centimeter-deep mark. It was clean and neat, yet aggressive and cold-blooded.
Returning his broad blade to its scabbard, the young man stared at his phantom which was still standing in his original position and was just now, fading as he mumbled to himself: "No wonder the Phantom Leg art is considered one of the hardest art out there. it turns out that this Phantom Leg art was not just some simple tier-one manual. It actually contains profound skills, making its actual rank much higher than what the manual had been listed at. Only these truths were not explained in the manual."
"One entire week just to get initiated in the skill. Just how long would I need to reach level one them without the system?" The young man shook his head, a bit dejected by his talent. If it were other students, he didn't know how long it would take them to get initiated to the skill but it shouldn't be as long as him
This young man was Tyrion. Over the past week, he had been training the Phantom Leg technique only to reach initiation level where the system can barely recognize the skill.
Fortunately, Tyrion had the system, upgrading it to the ultima state immediately.
Imagine having the power of comprehension and just training a single technique for a hundred years to the extent you understand the heart and the soul of the technique and realize the true essence and what it meant to activate and even upgrade the technique to a new height, that was the Ultima state.
"It's time! I should go and return the books and accept the rewards for reaching the ultima states of these techniques." Remembering the reward system of Death Academy, Tyrion did not want to waste a second, he immediately started to head back.
Tyrion arrived at the Library.
The old librarian looked up from his desk and recognized Tyrion instantly, he spoke up, "How was it?... you failed to master that Berserk Explosion, right? It's not too late for you to choose another art since you're the legend of your set."
Tyrion smiled, "there's no need, I came to return the script."
"Okay, just sign here."
Chapter 18: Phantom Leg Art Tyrion got home and clicked on the bell. In the next few minutes, the aroma of food permeated his room as the servants brought them in. Like a ravenous beast, he devoured the food as though he was a pervert seeing a young naked girl. The night left and the morning came. Tyrion started by practicing his cell Tempering method and then went to the cliff. He started off by practicing the Nine Saber styles. From the first style to the ninth style Smoothly moving from stance to stance, the light flashing from the Sabre was just like the light reflected off a river under the moonlight. As for its combat prowess, it had exceeded its simple one-tier rank and had reached the early stages of tier-2 and was Tyrion's strongest move at the moment. On that steep cliff, a human figure waved a broad blade and pointed towards the huge rock on the other side. A light shone from a blade just like a mirror reflecting sunbeams. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!... The huge rock was pierced like a piece of cheese leaving behind countless marks; each mark had a depth of more than three centimeters. "Finally." Out of breath, Tyrion's head was full of sweat, but he did not seem to care at all. The marks on the rock caused him great satisfaction. This material is rooted in n0velbinThe ninth style was many times harder than the eighth style, but its power was also many times stronger. Some people spend at least a year to master it, but for him, it took less than a second. He stomped his feet and suddenly, time seemed to stop. A thick long straight line extended out, connecting him to a rock nearby. Another figure of the youth suddenly took form behind the rock as though he had been there in the first place. "Star Annihilation!" A small spark appeared. The next second, half of the rock was scored with a horrifying twenty-centimeter-deep mark. It was clean and neat, yet aggressive and cold-blooded. Returning his broad blade to its scabbard, the young man stared at his phantom which was still standing in his original position and was just now, fading as he mumbled to himself: "No wonder the Phantom Leg art is considered one of the hardest art out there. it turns out that this Phantom Leg art was not just some simple tier-one manual. It actually contains profound skills, making its actual rank much higher than what the manual had been listed at. Only these truths were not explained in the manual." "One entire week just to get initiated in the skill. Just how long would I need to reach level one them without the system?" The young man shook his head, a bit dejected by his talent. If it were other students, he didn't know how long it would take them to get initiated to the skill but it shouldn't be as long as him This young man was Tyrion. Over the past week, he had been training the Phantom Leg technique only to reach initiation level where the system can barely recognize the skill. Fortunately, Tyrion had the system, upgrading it to the ultima state immediately. Imagine having the power of comprehension and just training a single technique for a hundred years to the extent you understand the heart and the soul of the technique and realize the true essence and what it meant to activate and even upgrade the technique to a new height, that was the Ultima state. "It's time! I should go and return the books and accept the rewards for reaching the ultima states of these techniques." Remembering the reward system of Death Academy, Tyrion did not want to waste a second, he immediately started to head back. Tyrion arrived at the Library. The old librarian looked up from his desk and recognized Tyrion instantly, he spoke up, "How was it?... you failed to master that Berserk Explosion, right? It's not too late for you to choose another art since you're the legend of your set." Tyrion smiled, "there's no need, I came to return the script." "Okay, just sign here."
