Only by truly killing a Martial Lord-class Demon does one prove their skill?
He heard Miles Ning's voice.
Andrew Han felt both amused and helpless. Instinctively, he glanced up at the dorm ceiling—the latex-painted walls were unusually white, and the room was rather chilly, with no air conditioning running.
"Sigh."
"Master... Even you have days like this? You actually have days like this, haha! You have no idea, you really don't know—I truly did kill that Martial Lord-class Demon."
Well then.
You keep talking, and your disciple will just quietly listen.
Andrew laughed wildly inside, feeling delighted, but kept his breathing steady and never revealed the truth. Whether it was WeChat or a phone call, neither was truly secure for confidential conversations.
If the truth were to spread, it could bring great trouble.
Even just the news that he blocked a Martial Lord-class Demon was enough to cause a sensation and spread his peerless reputation far and wide. If people learned he had actually killed one, it would stir up a frenzy and shake the entire Martial Arts World.
He knew that not everyone was like Mr. Stone, but neither was everyone like Jin Qiyu.
"Hmph."
Miles Ning spoke coldly, interrupting Andrew's thoughts: "Be more cautious next time. Also, keep practicing Skin-Shed Guard—the entry-level isn't enough, you must reach Unity."
"Mm, understood," Andrew replied promptly.
Skin-Shed Guard was one of the five martial arts Miles Ning had taught him. It seemed defensive, but was actually an excellent body-forging technique, tempering the physique in the midst of combat.
Unfortunately,
he hadn’t practiced it much.
Because under the strengthening of the Graywhite Aura, his physical qualities had reached a terrifying, superhuman level. The tempering effect of Skin-Shed Guard was negligible—almost meaningless.
It was like trying to raise a mountain another ten thousand meters—almost impossible.
"However,"
Using Skin-Shed Guard as a disguise is actually a good idea.
Andrew hung up the phone, deep in thought, a contemplative look in his eyes as he quietly considered his current martial strength.
If he didn't activate Berserker State—
He should be above the Martial General Realm but still weaker than the Martial Lord Realm.
If a normal Peerless lower-tier Martial General had mastered a body-forging technique at Unity, they'd still be several levels weaker than him, though also stronger than ordinary Martial Generals.
Hmm.
These two days, I'll make time to train Skin-Shed Guard diligently—I must reach Transcendent at the very least." Andrew mused, standing by his dorm window, gazing at the quiet university beneath the winter afternoon.
Comprehension of techniques is divided into entry, proficiency, Transcendent, Fusion, and Unity.
Transcendent means the technique is fully integrated with oneself.
Fusion means you can use it at will, thoroughly blending it into every move.
Unity connects you with the outside world, integrates your body, and draws on a thread of nature's power.
Up to now.
Only Southern Thousand-Mile March and Raging Downpour have reached Unity.
It was luck because a Peerless Martial General mastering Unity usually takes a long time, not something understood instantly.
As for this time, the conditions were truly exceptional.
His Berserker State was already chaotic and violent, and with killing intent and boiling blood, Raging Downpour naturally surged to Unity.
As for Southern Thousand-Mile March, its breakthrough happened unconsciously.
Good thing I awakened the power of this technique.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for me to break through to Martial General Realm on the spot—the blood barrier alone would have been insurmountable.
Thinking of this, Andrew sighed.