Chapter 426 - Godly Fists (2/2)

Martial Emperor Dragon Fists wasn’t a simple Dragon Fist! When Qin Fen created this set of boxing, his target was to absorb all the boxing techniques in the world and form a set of Dragon Fists used by Martial Arts Kings and Emperors.

At that time, the martial arts road Qin Fen was walking on had the shadow of Emperor and Dragon Fists. But with the growth in his strength and exploration of martial dao, the Martial Emperor Dragon Fists were no longer a hundred percent compatible with his divine dao martial dao.

It could be said that this set of Martial Emperor Dragon Fists could bear the concepts and spiritual imprints of Qin Fen’s many martial dao but it was unable to bear the spiritual imprints of Qin Fen’s complete martial dao.

After all, the Martial Emperor wasn’t a God but he was relatively close to the divine dao. Otherwise, his martial dao’s aura of power may have been able to climb even higher when fighting with Martial Madman; the boxing techniques displayed would have been truly invincible.

I must create a set of boxing techniques suitable for myself so that it can completely withstand my divine dao.

So, just dragon fists or boxing techniques of other schools weren’t enough!

Qin Fen didn’t believe that he could beat the Qilin Sect by relying on the Martial Emperor Dragon Fists.

I need to amaze the world in one go!  Qin Fen calmed his mood down and once again selected the room of most basic boxing technique and went in.

Even a ten-thousand-feet tall building needs a solid foundation.

A towering tree similarly buds from the root, then grow out branches and scatter leaves; only then can it exist.

The more remarkable something was, the stronger its foundation!

And often, people only paid attention to those towering magnificence and ignored their source!

Only by truly grasping the source could anyone spread branches and scatter leaves.

The same was true for martial dao. All the martial dao masters who had founded their own school had chosen a seed from these martial dao sources and developed it.

What Qin Fen was doing today was something many martial dao masters who had established their own schools had once done.

If there was any difference, it was that Qin Fen’s ambition was greater than that of many founding martial dao masters!

Others just needed a seed from the sea of martial dao to create a towering tree, but Qin Fen, on the other hand, needed a lot of seeds.

In other words, Qin Fen wanted to find and create the most primitive seed from various martial dao seeds.

There were many seeds, so how did these seeds come to be? Broken from a huge seed? Qin Fen’s ultimate goal was to find this. Even if couldn’t find this, he could throw a few seeds and merge them together to create a new seed.

Qin Fen had already thought of it the name of this seed: Godly Fists!

A boxing technique of gods, reaching the extreme of martial dao!

Such a collection could not be done in a day or two. Qin Fen ate, drank, slept in the Secret Art Pavillion. Occasionally, he would encounter Caesar and the others in other rooms.

Every time they met, they would glance and smile at each other before continue looking for the secret experience suitable for themselves.

It wasn’t Qin Fen alone, who had made a great stride during the six months of special training. Caesar and the others were also progressing at an alarming rate.

If one wanted to make progress in the previously determined martial dao, they needed a lot of supplements in addition to the self-reference of their fights. And the Secret Art Pavillion was a huge nutritional supplement of martial dao.

As Qin Fen walked about a room, he encountered Solomon. The most silent martial artist in the group puffed his chest slightly upon sighting Qin Fen.

Three!

A baby-fist-sized metallic badge was hanging on his left chest. Qin Fen had also seen Caesar and the others with similar badges with four, five, and other numbers written on them.

Three, this represented that he was third strongest in Qin Fen’s team! In the ranking battle on the Mountain of Blades that day, the third place was taken by Solomon. It also represented that he was the most qualified person to challenge Qin Fen apart from Xue Tian.

Since Xue Tian actively avoided or refused to fight, Solomon became the first person in Qin Fen’s squad to challenge Qin Fen.

Brooks, who had number four hanging on his chest also happened to walk into this room. The moment he saw Solomon sticking out the number three on his chest, two sharp gleams immediately shot out from his eyes.

In this world, perhaps the only thing that could make Brooks so interested was the badge on Solomon’s chest.

After Qin Fen’s group had fought on the Mountain of Blades, they agreed to hold this internal battle every six months to determine who this number plate would go to.

After having undergone the special training for half a year, their friendship had grown deeper. At the same time, it had further enhanced the competition between them.

Sensing Brook’s sharp glare, Solomon puffed his chest even more so, an indescribable pride on his handsome face.

Number three! The number that made Qin Fen’s team jealous was enough to make Solomon feel proud.

“Wear it, keep wearing it, enjoy these six months.” Brooks took a book from the shelf and said with a smile, “After six months, you won’t have the opportunity to wear it. At that time, you can only look at it hanging on my chest.”

Solomon lightly shook his index finger; the smile on his face seemed to be saying that Brooks was bragging.

“Number three is mine.”

Right then, Yang Lie’s cold voice came from outside the door.

Qin Fen picked a book from the shelf and quickly made his way out of the room. Every time the ownership of number three came up, all of them would become aware of it even if they were far away in other rooms, as if the wind whispered in their ears. Caesar should be about to arrive here as well.

There was no day and night in the Secret Art Pavillion. Qin Fen also didn’t expect that his stay would last for two months. A large bunch of martial arts notes had been crazily swallowed by him, whether it was the simple Arhat Fists or advanced Indra’s Claws, all had been crazily incorporated in his martial dao.

The embryonic form of Godly Fists had also gradually formed and perfected; it was no longer a simple fantasy.

Qin Fen pushed open the door of Secret Art Pavillion and gazed at the bright light. He didn’t feel any discomfort and leisurely walked down the stairs.

Looking at the disappearing back of Qin Fen, the man guarding the Secret Art Pavillion rubbed his eyes, again and again.

Obviously, it’s the same guy, but why does his back give an unfamiliar feeling after just two months?

This was not some illusion created by the growth in his martial dao or star-class! The man guarding the Sacred Martial Hall’s Secret Art Pavillion had even seen an HoD-level martial artist once, but none of them had given him this kind of feeling.

He seemed strong but not strong, weak but not weak, real but illusionary, simply a mess of confusion! The man felt that he couldn’t see the opposite party’s aura. This feeling was very strange. When looked at carefully, he felt a strange pull, giving him the impression that he would be dragged over and devoured mercilessly if he kept on looking.

Quiet, peaceful, calm! But it also gave him the feeling of the awakening of a prehistoric monster…

Confused, the guard shook his head before turning back to his job.