The Eighteen Spear Techniques—each form is a step up, and every step is a challenge. The first form is the simplest; you don’t need Immortal Sovereign strength to learn it. In fact, the first six forms can be learned below Immortal Sovereign level. The middle six require Immortal Sovereign power, and the final six demand immense strength—at least God realm.
After watching the first six forms, Yang Han’s mind was already flashing with countless images. This was the ability he’d developed over years of cultivating multiple Divine Senses—rapidly simulating techniques, just like when he searched for a way through the maze tunnels back in the cave.
So in just a few hours, Yang Han had mastered all six forms. If he wielded a spear right now, it would definitely feel far more satisfying than using the Limitless Spear before.
Just as he woke up and planned to find someone to test his spear skills, a shifty-looking guy approached Yang Han. Spotting the unusual bead in Yang Han’s hand, he grinned and said, “Hey kid, you’re new here, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, what’s up? Do you need something?” Yang Han asked curiously.
“Well, I’m inviting you to play on the Blood‑Mark Platform.” The other guy smiled.
“Oh? Is that so? You reek of blood—must have quite a few Blood‑Marks, huh?” Yang Han saw a prey delivered right to his door.
"You’ve got a sharp nose, I’ll give you that. Yeah, I’ve got plenty. Killing you won’t change much, but I’ve got my eye on that thing in your hand. What do you say?" The other guy grinned.
“Let’s go then—let’s talk on the platform.” Yang Han smiled.
“You’ve got guts, but let me warn you ahead of time—my Blood‑Marks can block a tenth of any attack. So be ready.” The other guy laughed.
"A tenth? That’s pretty impressive—I’m curious to see it in action." Yang Han smiled.
"Alright, let’s do this." The other guy led Yang Han to a nearby Blood‑Mark Platform. There were a total of one hundred and eight Blood‑Mark Platforms throughout the entire Bloodfiend Dungeon.
The two arrived at the Blood‑Mark Platform. There were hardly any people nearby—just a few spectators. That’s the difference between the expert and non‑expert arenas.
The other guy pulled out clawed gloves and put them on, his armor wrapped in Blood‑Marks.
"Come on, let me show you my Ghost Claw Mark!" He lunged at Yang Han, full of confidence. Yang Han just shook his head. "You’re too slow."
For someone who could contend with Gods like Yang Han, even though the other guy was at peak Immortal Sovereign level, his speed was just too slow in Yang Han’s eyes. With a single turn, Yang Han made him miss completely.
It was humiliating—the guy never expected Yang Han’s speed to be so terrifying. Furious, he shouted, "Alright kid, take this!"
He launched another fierce attack, but still couldn’t even touch Yang Han. Driven mad, he set up a barrier, trying to trap him. Seeing this, Yang Han just smiled. “This little barrier? I can break it easily.” He casually tapped it with the Limitless Spear, and the barrier shattered. Pointing the spear at his opponent, Yang Han grinned, “With skills like that, you think you can handle me?”
“Please, let me go—I don’t want to fight anymore.” Seeing how easily Yang Han broke through, and now with a spear pointed at him, the guy was scared out of his wits.
“Looks like on the Blood‑Mark Platform, the loser has to hand over their Blood‑Marks. You’re not planning to just leave, are you?” Yang Han mused.
"No, no way! I spent thousands of years accumulating these—there’s no way I can just give them up." the guy said anxiously.
"Too bad—you shouldn’t have messed with me." Yang Han smiled.
"Me—" The guy said, while secretly preparing to launch a sneak attack—his specialty. He circled around the spear, reaching for Yang Han’s waist. Many people had lost to him with this move before.
But Yang Han just smiled. “With speed like yours, you think you can sneak up on me?” With that, his spear pierced straight through the guy’s chest, then tossed him aside.
Then, all the Blood‑Marks floated out and flew onto Yang Han’s Limitless Spear, instantly turning the spearhead blood‑red, making it look like a weapon with terrifying battle power.
“That probably boosted it by about one‑thousandth.” Yang Han muttered. That’s the difference between a powerful artifact and an ordinary one—if it were a regular artifact, it might increase by a tenth, but for the Limitless Spear, this was far from enough.
The man, still alive but with his soul intact, scrambled away, at least glad to have survived.
Yang Han put away his spear and glanced around. The spectators quickly scattered, not wanting to become his next target. Yang Han had no intention of going after them anyway—he wanted to head for the God realm sector.
Challenging Gods—that was his real test.
But before entering the God realm sector, he planned to master the middle six forms of the spear techniques—that was his greatest safeguard. He began to comprehend them once again.
Those who knew how powerful Yang Han was didn’t dare approach him. They watched from a distance, discussing something among themselves.
"Prince Leng, he just took a Blood‑Mark that someone had spent thousands of years accumulating." The Desert envoy reported upon returning.
"Oh? That fast?" The young man said, surprised.
"Yeah, his methods are sharp. He finished his opponent in an instant and seized the Blood‑Mark." the Desert envoy said.
The youth smiled. "Just what I wanted. Let him accumulate more Blood‑Marks—once he has a hundred thousand, I’ll kill him."
"Prince, do you really think you can take him?" The other man sounded worried.
"What, you think I’ll lose to him?" The youth frowned.
"That’s not what I mean, Prince. You know he was able to defeat the Empress—even made her leave. That proves he can contend with Gods. But you…" the other man muttered.
"So you’re saying I’m not even as good as a God, so how could I possibly take him on?" The youth laughed.
"That’s exactly what I mean." The other man said awkwardly.
"Enough. I have my own plans. Just keep an eye on him for me. When he gets to a hundred thousand, let me know." The youth said.
The Desert envoy nodded and withdrew.
The youth muttered, "You need a million Blood‑Marks to master the first layer—that’s brutal. But it won’t take much longer. I already have over six hundred thousand; just need another four hundred thousand."
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If Yang Han heard this, he’d be shocked—when did the youth accumulate so many Blood‑Marks? Actually, he hadn’t stopped since arriving, only challenging experts with high Blood‑Mark counts at his own level. He’d already swept through most of his peers, and next, he planned to target those above his rank.
Meanwhile, Yang Han was still practicing with his eyes closed. The next day, he went to find Melody Wood and the others, since they’d agreed to meet at the same time every day.
At the meeting place, Yang Han only saw Melody Wood—Lin Yue and Yang Huo were nowhere to be found. He asked curiously, "Why didn’t they come?"
"I don’t know. Yang Huo and Lin Yue said they were going to challenge someone, but a whole day has passed and there’s still no news." Melody Wood replied.
"What about you? You haven’t been here the whole time, have you?" Yang Han asked suspiciously.
"Yeah. Occasionally, someone passes by and challenges me, but I just beat them off—even without using my music." Melody Wood said.