465: C465 Comprehending Martial Skills

C465 Comprehending Martial Skills

All 36 seals contained the Profund Rank Martial Technique. It might not be too precious to the people present, but it was a good way to test their comprehension ability.

At this moment, there was a god 's favored figure sitting in front of each seal. Next to them were corpses. They had failed in the competition for the seal, and there was no chance of survival.

Out of the 150 people who entered the hall, only 36 remained.

Among these 36 people, not all of them would be able to enter the third stage. Only by comprehending the techniques on the seal within 18 hours could they be considered to have passed the test.

There was no need to say much about the Eight Young Masters. Each of them occupied a sigil. This was within Zhao Tianji's expectations. However, in the camp of the Hongtian Academy... There were actually five of them, including Ying Tiankuang and Lian Chen. The Tianfeng City had taken up seven spots this time.

This was something that had never happened before.

This meant that at least half of the eighteen main city had no god 's favored. Not to mention the top ten, even the top thirty-six spots were not theirs.

"Is the Hongtian Academy really going to rise?" Zhao Tianji's eyes sparkled. About 20 years ago, the royal family naturally knew about the suppression of the Hongtian Academy. The Hongtian Academy also seemed to have become silent. In the next few years of the King's Banquet, no one in Hongtian Academy had ever seen him as a stunning genius, but this time... The Hongtian Academy seemed to be unable to hold it in anymore and began to show its edge.

"Things are getting more and more interesting. If the Hongtian Academy really revealed its sharp fangs, perhaps even my father will feel restless?" Zhao Tianji smiled coldly in his heart. This year's examination was really interesting.

...

Han Feng's eyes were tightly shut. The power of the runes wrapped around him. At the same time, mysterious runes flowed and slowly entered his body. A line of text appeared in his mind. It was the Profund Rank Martial Technique contained within the seal.

Great Compassion Palm.

"A Buddhist martial skill." Han Feng's heart was slightly stirred. The Profund Rank Martial Technique he chose was different from the power he had cultivated before.

If it was a Sword Dao martial skill or a Devil Dao martial skill, to Han Feng, he had even comprehended the Will of Blood and Nirvana Intent. As well as the Will of Arrow and the Will of Fire, martial skills related to them. To Han Feng, they were all very easy to comprehend. But what he chose was the Buddhist martial skill, Great Compassion Palm.

"Looks like I have to start from scratch." Han Feng thought to himself and began to comprehend the Great Compassion Palm.

Buddhist martial skills were naturally the most powerful when combined with the will of Buddha. However, in this test, Han Feng only needed to comprehend a martial skill. He didn't need to use it, even if he didn't comprehend the will of Buddha, it didn't matter.

"I have cultivated the power of the Dao, Buddha and Dao. There seems to be some similarities, but there are also some differences." Han Feng muttered in his heart. With a thought, he entered the dream world. Compared to others, he had an advantage when it came to cultivating martial skills, and he could comprehend it while using it in the Dream World. It was not a simple comprehension.

"All techniques return to one, eternal life, this is the Dao." Dao light surged from Han Feng's hand. If he used the Longevity Scripture, his body would merge with the space, merging with the heaven and earth, reaching the state of immortality.

"Great Compassion Palm, is it a kind of compassion?" Han Feng carefully pondered the meaning of the Great Compassion Palm. It was as if there were strands of Buddhist text dancing in his palm, but in just a moment, the Buddhist text disappeared and dissipated.

Han Feng shook his head. He still did not understand the essence of the Great Compassion Palm.

"This sadness, is it because of my heart?" Han Feng was confused, but he still didn't understand.

Han Feng sat there for a full five hours, thinking about the cultivation of the Great Compassion Palm. Buddhist martial skills were somewhat different from other martial skills. If one could not comprehend the essence, it would not be considered to have comprehended this martial skill.

Han Feng pushed his palm forward. It was as if there was Buddha light shining on it, as if there was a golden Buddha rushing out from his palm. However, Han Feng still sighed. This wasn't the power of Buddha, but the power of Dao that he had derived.

"It's rumored that the ancient Buddha comprehended the Dao for thirty thousand years, from which he comprehended the Buddha. Buddha and Dao are one family. Although my Dao is not deep, it should not be impossible to change from Dao to Buddhist. " Han Feng stopped thinking about the Great Compassion Palm and shifted his focus to the Longevity Scripture.

The Longevity Scripture recorded the pure inner force of Taoism. It was a supreme heart technique. Han Feng carefully felt every word in it, as if he was listening to their heartbeat.

Another ten hours passed, and Han Feng's eyes were still closed. He did not reveal any joy. He carefully comprehended the Longevity Scripture. Suddenly, a ray of light flashed in his mind. His eyes suddenly opened, and in the dream world, he struck out with his palm. The simple and plain palm caused the space to tremble. The sky trembled.

The entire world seemed to be filled with mournful wails. This was great sorrow, not Han Feng's sorrow, but the sorrow of the world.

"I understand!" After carefully comprehending the Longevity Scripture, Han Feng finally had a trace of understanding towards the Great Compassion Palm. He suddenly understood. Buddha came from the Dao, from the Heavenly Dao. They shared a common characteristic, and that was to abandon oneself. No matter how strong the Martial Cultivator was, it didn't matter. He could only rely on the power of the Heavens and Earth. To be able to unleash terrifying power.

The Great Compassion Palm was not the sorrow of the Martial Cultivator, but the sorrow of heaven and earth. The sorrow of heaven and earth was the great sorrow!

Han Feng struck out another palm, that palm seemed to have a mournful wind howling within it. It was as if there was an endless sorrowful sound, causing people's hearts to be filled with sorrow. It was as if tears were dripping down from the sky. It was an ordinary palm strike. It crashed onto a hill. In a moment, that hill completely exploded!

Sand and sand were rolling in the air. The Great Compassion Palm was unleashing its power with the help of the sorrow of the Heavens and Earth.2

In the next five hours, Han Feng struck out palm after palm, continuously tempering his own palm technique. After comprehending the essence, the improvement of this palm technique would be much easier.

Han Feng was confident that within these eighteen hours, he would be able to reach the Mastery Stage, and that wouldn't be a problem for him.

"Can I pass the test?" A sudden voice broke the silence. Someone opened their eyes and looked at the person who spoke. It was the fourth prince of the royal family, Zhao Tianming.

"Have you mastered the Mastery Stage?" The dignified voice of the middle-aged man sounded. Zhao Tianming's eyes were filled with pride, "Of course."

"Alright, show me the combat skill you're cultivating." The middle-aged man continued.

Zhao Tianming was a little unhappy, but he still did as he was told. He stretched out his palm. As he circulated his spiritual energy, a purple flame rose. The temperature of the entire palace suddenly doubled, although Zhao Tianming was only at the Genuine Martial Stage Level One. What?

Without a doubt, if Zhao Tianming cultivated this skill to its peak, the power it could unleash would be extremely terrifying.

"Is that enough?" Zhao Tianming asked impatiently. The martial skill he was cultivating was related to the flames of destruction. It was impossible for him to fully use it, as its power was too terrifying.

"En." The middle-aged man in the long robe nodded slightly, then a ray of light shot out from the top of the hall. After entering Zhao Tianming's body, the seal on his body was removed. At the same time, a 'one' word appeared between his brows, it seemed to be Zhao Tianming's ranking.

After another two hours, another person stood up and said respectfully, "Junior has made some progress in my cultivation. Senior, please give me some guidance."

"Show me the result of your cultivation." The middle-aged man in the long robe said calmly.

"Yes." A monstrous sword intent suddenly burst out from that man's body, causing everyone's eyes to freeze. What a terrifying sword intent! As expected of Ming Dian! He had actually encountered a sword type martial skill! What good luck!

Ming Dian was proficient in sword skills, which was common knowledge in Royal City. Since he was able to encounter the seal of a sword skill, he was naturally able to master it quickly. It had to be said that he had a trace of luck within it.

"Very good." The middle-aged man in the long robe acknowledged the result of Ming Dian's cultivation. The seal on Ming Dian's body was removed. At the same time, the word "two" appeared above Ming Dian's head.

"So there is a ranking for the second round of the examination." The hearts of everyone trembled. What rank would they be able to get in the top 36?

There were close to four hundred top tier god 's favoreds in the entire State of Zhao. Up until now, there were only 36 of them. It could be said that the top god 's favored figures were all here. How could their perception be weak? Comprehending the Profund Rank Martial Technique within 18 hours and cultivating it to the Minor Success Stage. It might be difficult for ordinary god 's favoreds, but for these top grade god 's favoreds... It could only be said to be challenging.

Very quickly, more and more god 's favored figures stood up one after another, displaying the results of their cultivation to the middle-aged man. Immediately after, the restrictions on their cultivation bases were removed, and their rankings appeared on their foreheads.

The middle-aged man looked at the young men who had successfully cultivated the god 's favored, and he was quite happy in his heart. The quality of this year's King's Banquet was very high. It shouldn't be a problem for these 36 people to enter the third stage.

"I wonder if anyone can break through to the Mastery Stage?" The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with anticipation. The Mastery Stage was the lowest requirement. The shorter the time it took to reach this level, the greater one's talent would be. However, if one could cultivate a martial skill to Great Divinity Stage within eighteen hours, it would be different. This was a huge change.

Gradually, Han Lei and Sun Tianwang finished their respective cultivation. Although they didn't pick any suitable martial skill, they had a special physique, which gave them a slight advantage in the cultivation of the Profund Rank Martial Technique.

After twelve hours, there was only one hour left. Out of the 36 people, only Han Feng was still cultivating with his eyes closed, as if he didn't notice the passing of time in the outside world.

"I thought this guy was some kind of genius, but I didn't expect his comprehension ability to be so poor. He even needed to comprehend the Profund Rank Martial Technique for such a long time. What a waste." Lyi Min couldn't help but ridicule when he saw that Han Feng still hadn't passed the test.

"You think you are very strong?" At this moment, Han Feng's eyes suddenly opened, and he looked at Lyi Min with a smile on his face.

"At least, I am ranked before you." Lyi Min had once lost to Han Feng. Naturally, he wouldn't dare to say that he was stronger than Han Feng, but his ranking was higher. This was the truth.

"It won't happen very soon." The corner of Han Feng's mouth curled up. In an instant, the heaven and earth wailed. It was as if the entire palace was resonating with him. A desolate wind swept across. The pupils of the middle-aged man in the long robe couldn't help but shrink. "This is... Great Divinity Stage?"

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