gnovel Chapter 11, Second Deep Blue Skill Point Allocation
Chapter 11, Second Deep Blue Skill Point Allocation
"Deep Blue, give me some points! Upgrade the Xuanjia Body Forging Technique from level three to level four, and the Embroidered Spring Soul-Severing Blade from level one to level four!"
[The host has consumed 400 Deep Blue Attribute Points, and upgraded the Mystic Armor Forging Technique to the fourth level.]
[The host has consumed 700 Deep Blue Attribute Points, upgrading the Embroidered Spring Soul-Severing Blade to the fourth level.]
As the system's voice faded, a scorching and domineering torrent of energy appeared out of nowhere within Jia Huan's body.
This energy was not gentle and nourishing, but rather like thousands of red-hot steel needles, piercing deep into every inch of his muscle, every meridian, and every bone.
"Um!"
Jia Huan groaned, his body tensing uncontrollably, and fine beads of blood instantly appeared on his skin, as if he could not withstand the terrifying tempering.
He could clearly feel his bones groaning under the strain, then being compressed and reinforced in a savage way under the forceful infusion of energy, their density and hardness increasing wildly.
Muscle fibers are repeatedly pulled on the edge of tearing and rebuilding. Each tear brings excruciating pain, while each rebuilding makes the muscles stronger and more explosively powerful.
The meridians are forcibly widened, like a dried-up riverbed being washed away by a raging flood, becoming wider and more resilient, capable of bearing a more powerful surge of internal energy.
On the skin's surface, a thin, metallic film flashed by—a sign that the Xuanjia Body Forging Technique had broken through to the fourth level, known as the "Xuanjia Transformation."
This makes his skin's defense capabilities completely different from before!
The whole process took only a breath, yet it felt like it had undergone countless trials and tribulations.
When that violent energy finally subsided and merged into his limbs and bones, Jia Huan felt an unprecedented sense of heaviness and power.
His body seemed to have doubled in weight, and every ounce of weight contained terrifying power.
Clench your fist gently, and your knuckles make a crisp "crackling" sound, as if the air itself is being squeezed and burst.
He could feel that his blood and energy were like surging magma, incredibly vigorous, and his recovery ability was greatly enhanced.
At the same time, a torrent of cold, sharp, and murderous intent surged into Jia Huan's consciousness.
Countless pieces of information, techniques, and insights about swordsmanship appeared out of thin air in my mind.
It was no longer the awkward sword intent of the first level, but directly imprinted with the essence of the fourth level, "the intent of severing the soul".
Countless flashes of light seemed to appear before his eyes: some were lightning-fast slashes, some were unpredictable thrusts, some were sweeping attacks, and some were vicious throat slits.
Every blade flash carries a deadly determination, and every move is aimed directly at the enemy's weakness and vital point.
His body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and his muscle memory was instantly rewritten.
The way the wrists, arms, waist, abdomen, and legs exert force, as well as the trajectory, speed, and angle of the knife, are all optimized to the extreme at this moment.
He seemed to have already used this sword to kill thousands of enemies; the swordsmanship had become an instinct.
When he "opens his eyes" and his consciousness returns to reality, if he is holding a knife, he will feel that the knife is no longer an external object, but an extension of his arm and a manifestation of his will.
A single slash is no longer a simple chop, but carries an indomitable, all-severing, and terrifying "soul-severing" momentum.
Before the blade even touched the ground, the chilling killing intent had already locked onto the enemy, filling them with despair.
With the two improvements combined, Jia Huan felt as if he had been reborn!
His body was like black iron that had been forged and tempered a thousand times, strong and full of power.
His knife skills were like a sharp blade coated with deadly poison, precise and deadly.
The aura emanating from him was no longer the restraint or probing of before, but a restrained yet chilling sharpness.
His gaze became sharper, as if he could see right through people's hearts.
This is a transformation from the inside out, a perfect combination of strength and skill!
Jia Huan's aura suddenly intensified, which swept away the composure on Xue Wuchang's face, replacing it with a look of utter astonishment.
The blood-red longsword in his hand trembled slightly, as if sensing the turbulent waves deep within its master's heart.
"Impossible... Absolutely impossible!"
Xue Wuchang's voice was like two pieces of raw iron rubbing together, harsh and sharp.
"Just now you were clearly weak and your breath was shallow. How could your blood and qi be as strong as mercury and your bones crack like thunder in an instant?"
You actually mastered the 'Golden Bell Vibration' sound of the fourth level of the Xuanjia Body Forging Technique? And this sword intent...
Xue Wuchang gasped sharply, gripping his longsword even tighter.
"This sword intent is the 'Soul-Severing' realm forged amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood! Just who are you, possessing such a bizarre method of transformation?"
Jia Huan exhaled a breath of stale air, which shot out more than three feet like a sharp arrow and lingered in the air for a long time.
A cold smile curved his lips, his eyes looking down at him as if he were a lamb to the slaughter.
"You can't talk to a frog in a well about the sea, and you can't talk to a summer insect about ice."
Jia Huan spoke calmly, his voice chillingly so.
"Blood Impermanence, you only know that my cultivation level has skyrocketed, but you don't know that my methods are extraordinary. Today, I, Jia Huan, am determined to take your life!"
"Arrogant!"
Enraged by the term "frog in a well," Xue Wuchang let out a fierce roar, his body radiating a chilling aura. The blood-red longsword in his hand transformed into a piercing red light, carrying a nauseating stench, and aimed straight for Jia Huan's throat.
This strike was extremely ruthless, a suicidal move. Even before the blade arrived, the chilling killing intent already stung the skin.
"Well done!"
Instead of retreating, Jia Huan advanced, his right hand flashing towards his waist.
With a resounding clang, the dragon's roar echoed as the waist knife was drawn from its sheath.
At this moment, the world seemed to slow down in Jia Huan's eyes.
Xue Wuchang's seemingly swift and powerful slash was full of flaws in his eyes.
The terrifying explosive power brought by the fourth level of the Xuanjia Body Forging Technique instantly flowed into his legs. His figure swayed, and he actually managed to cut through the gap in the blade light with the posture of striking from behind.
"when!!!"
The two swords clashed, sparks flying.
Xue Wuchang felt a violent tremor in his tiger's mouth, and an overwhelming force surged along the blade, making half of his body numb.
He was shocked and tried to change his move, but found that Jia Huan's knife was like a leech, sticking tightly to his longsword.
"Too slow."
Jia Huan's icy voice rang in his ears.
The next instant, the fourth level of the Embroidered Spring Soul-Severing Blade was unleashed.
The blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, carrying an unwavering determination, drawing a perfect arc in the air.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered, staining the ground of the dilapidated mountain god temple red.
"ah!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream pierced the night sky. Xue Wuchang was horrified to discover that the tendons in his right wrist, where he held the knife, had been neatly severed, and the blood-red longsword that had been with him for many years fell to the ground with a clang.
Before he could react, Jia Huan's figure had already circled around to his back like a ghost.
"Since you're here, don't leave."
The blade flashed again, so fast that its trajectory was impossible to discern.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Two more muffled thuds followed, and Xue Wuchang felt excruciating pain behind his knees as his Achilles tendons were severed!
His massive body lost its support and collapsed heavily to its knees before Jia Huan, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Xue Wuchang's face was ashen, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes. He tried to struggle, but found himself crippled, even deprived of the right to stand.