Epic Of The Second Strongest Demonic Blade King Chapter 52
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Once he thought this, he returned back into his room with an indecipherable smile in his face to continue studying the Divinity-Annihilating Primal Blood Flame battle art.
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Many hours later...
Once the sun set, meaning that evening had arrived, Xiao Lin's eyes suddenly sprung open from where he sat on the floor.
He then stood from his cross-legged position on the ground and walked out of his room.
When he did so and closed the door behind him, he hit the street to gather many kinds of information before finally executing the plan that he had quickly developed in his mind.
He understood that he had to make his scheme perfect before setting out to do it, or it could result in his gruesome death.
Now, appearing in the street and leaving his Vampiric Enhanced Hearing ability on, he began to listen to what people in the street were talking about.
Then without surprise, all the things that people in the street were talking about were mostly about the intense event coming up in four days time.
After listening for sometime and seeing that not what they said was his cup of tea, he approached a trader at a particular store.
"Hi" He greeted with an amiable smile in his face.
"Hello" The trader greeted back in a friendly manner.
Xiao Lin then asked with a curious expression in his face "Do you have an idea where the many disciples of those numerous sects are staying? If you do, please tell me. Haha!"
He politely said and ended it with a light chuckle.
"Yea. I think I do." The trader said with a thinking gaze appearing in his eyes.
He then said in the next moment "They are all staying at inns around the town's center, since that's where the event would be taking place."
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"Oh, alright. Thank you for this info" Xiao Lin said in an appreciative tone.
"You are welcome" The trader answered.
Xiao Lin nodded and then left the trader's presence.
Then as he walked away, he began to think of some things.
"They are staying in rooms at inns that can be found at the town's center. Hmm. What do I do about that?" He questioned himself within.
"I will surely think of a way to bring them out" He said with a devilish smile appearing in his face.
Once he thought this, he immediately left where he was to go find a place to train hard on the techniques that he had comprehended.
He understood that he needed to hone and sharpen his several powerful battle skills before the fourth day when the event would be taking place will eventually arrive.
After a few hours of walking deep into a particular, pretty large forest that could be also found in the town, he quickly began to train.
Then sharply recalling the description for the Mortal Saint Beheading technique in the Way of the Demonic Blade battle art, currents of Hermetic Demonic Energy which was dark scarlet in color, rushed out from those True Demonic Marks in his dantian and travelled to his palm like an actual, small chaotic stream through special meridian pathways in his body. These currents of energy couldn't follow the same routes as his Spiritual Energy and Blood Energy.
Then when these currents arrived at that palm, they gushed out in the next instant and condensed into a small, dark scarlet blade that began to emit palpable sharpness after some moments of intense concentration.
Xiao Lin knew that the blade would be much bigger than this if he had more True Demonic Marks in his dantian. However, he wasn't perturbed by this as he quietly focused his still and calm heart on what he was doing.
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As soon as the small-sized, dark scarlet blade that rippled off a fearsome perceivable sharpness materialized in his hand, he aimed that palm out and uttered "Go!"
Once he gave that order, the blade travelled at an extreme speed towards the large tree that Xiao Lin targeted.
Puchi!
It struck that tree and effortlessly penetrated through it to the other tree at the back.
Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!...
These piercing sounds began to ring out as the blade cleanly cut through those trees like it were it the small, unstoppable blade of a divine god.
After easily cutting through more than twenty-five large trees, it lost it powerful momentum and eventually it seemingly unbreakable shape and form, then it rapidly dissipated away into thin air.
"Cool!" Xiao Lin uttered.
He then began to practice more to master this battle technique so that he could instantly unleash it even when he wakes from his slumber, that's as a vampire.
So, a few hours later of intense fatiguing practices, he was able to reach his goal.
He then quickly switched to the next battle skill which was the King Annihilating Blade Wave technique.
Then following the description of the technique in the Way of the Demonic Blade battle art, a small but wide, rippling stream of Hermetic Demonic Energy suddenly rushed out from those 50 True Demonic Marks within his dantian and then followed special meridian passageways in his body to one of his hands.
Once this stream of energy arrived within that palm and began to surge, Xiao Lin quickly aimed out that palm at a large tree that was far behind him.
Swooosh!
Then a formidably powerful and seemingly multi-layered, thin tidal waves of Hermetic Demonic Energy, as the waves were stacked upon each other and carried extreme sharpness that seemed to increase in leaps every second, abruptly discharged from that palm and travelled at a furious speed towards his aimed target which was a tree.
Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!...
These terrifying slash sounds began to rampantly ring out as many trees in the path of the wide, tremendously fierce waves began to reduce to bits as they passed through them and shot seemingly unstoppable into the far distance in a single direction.
Then a few seconds later, the far distance could be seen as the numerous immense trees that could be found in the forest and fully blocked one's vision had been reduced into the tiniest fragments.
Xiao Lin nodded his head and then continued to practice.
When he was done which was many hours later, he moved on to practice the few easier techniques in the Divinity-Annihilating Primal Blood Flame battle art.
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