Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 1413 - 249: Perfect Physique, Innate Body!
In the training ground.
Jiang Ning bathed in the Thunder Light, yet felt his whole body comfortable.
With each stride, Thunder Light burst all over his body.
"Thunder Body Refinement, is this the mystical art of the Qilin Drum?"
He felt that as the thunder coursed through his body, each cell seemed to revive from slumber, madly absorbing the energy circulating within.
The cells also became more active during this process.
Boom—— 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
Another rumble above his head.
It was the roar caused by the collision of clouds and the heavens.
This roar spread far faster than sound, faster than thunder.
It resonated simultaneously within tens of miles around.
Countless Thunder Light poured down from above, following his body, then these thunders entered the Qilin Drum before him.
Every thunder that flowed through his flesh and veins seemed to reorganize him anew.
He could feel his already strong physique becoming even stronger.
The body was strengthening, the veins were expanding.
"Qilin Drum!" he uttered in his heart.
His hands swung more wildly.
Each strike engaged the power throughout his body.
With every drum vibration, he could feel his Qi-Blood boiling even more.
He felt the vibration of the Qilin Drum deeply penetrating into the earth.
Boom——
Yet another roar, thunder exploded in the sky, and then Thunder Light poured down.
It was at this moment.
Sobbing——
A dragon chant suddenly appeared in everyone’s mind.
The next moment.
They saw, under the shroud of Thunder Light, the Red Dragon soaring into the sky.
"Qi-Blood turns into Red Dragon!!" someone suddenly exclaimed.
Witnessing this scene, Wan Jianyi and Mingxin and others’ eyes slightly darkened.
"Red Dragon nine zhang six!!" Mingxin slowly uttered these five words.
"Master Mingxin, how do you compare?" Wan Jianyi suddenly asked.
"Ah—Mi—To—Buddha!" Mingxin slowly clasped his hands, then said: "I can’t compare to him, the Red Dragon is merely six zhang seven."
Hearing this, Wan Jianyi remained speechless.
Because compared to Mingxin, his accumulation in Qi-Blood was also insignificant, let alone compared to the current Jiang Ning.
Red Dragon nine zhang six, such accumulation is difficult even for a Second Grade Great Grandmaster to achieve.
At this moment, he clearly recognized the gap between him and Jiang Ning.
It was a chasm that stretched before him, an insurmountable chasm.
"Jiang Kuisou, he has long stepped into the realm of Martial Arts Mythology!" Mingxin added.
"Master Mingxin, how far are you from this step?" Wan Jianyi asked again.
"Just one step away, in a couple of months at the fastest, at most a year and a half!" Mingxin replied.
Upon hearing this, Wan Jianyi gripped his hands tighter.
At this moment, he realized the insurmountable gap not only with Jiang Ning but also with Mingxin seemed like a heavenly divide.
Although his Sword Dao was strong, his Sword Intent unrivaled, his fundamental accumulation in Martial Arts was nowhere as deep as Mingxin’s.
The realm of Martial Arts Mythology, he had never thought about before.
But now he understands, if he does not take this step, he will never be able to follow in Mingxin’s footsteps, let alone catch up with Jiang Ning.
"Master Mingxin, do you think Master He truly lost to me?" At this moment, Wan Jianyi couldn’t help but raise a doubt he never had before.
Hearing this, Mingxin withdrew his gaze from the Red Dragon ahead, then looked at Wan Jianyi.
"Mr. Wan, even today, I have no confidence in surpassing Master He."
Hearing this, Wan Jianyi’s face turned slightly pale.
If it were before, he wouldn’t have believed Mingxin’s words, only thinking it was meant to shake his dao heart, he would only trust the sword in his hand.
Master He lost to his sword that day.
But to this day, after successive setbacks, he had recognized himself.
He had no doubt about the truth of Mingxin’s words.
At that moment, he understood how laughable and false the title of Heavenly List’s number one he held truly was.
After pondering for two breaths.
"Thank you, Master Mingxin!" Wan Jianyi cupped his hands towards Master Mingxin in gratitude.
"Qi-Blood turns into Red Dragon, the Red Dragon nine zhang seven!" Mingxin slowly echoed the words again.
Upon hearing this, Wan Jianyi turned his head and looked towards the center of the training ground.
He only heard the sound of the drum shaking the heavens, the pouring Thunder Light had long submerged the figure in the training ground.
Under the pouring Thunder Light, the bloody Red Dragon soared into the sky, seemingly clashing with the thunder.
Meanwhile.
Under the tempering of countless Thunder Light, Jiang Ning felt the Medicinal Power unintentionally accumulated within him being fully activated at this moment.
He felt the switch of his body’s potential being switched on.
Every moment, he could feel his body growing stronger, transforming, mutating from within and spreading throughout.
Rumble!!
The blood within flowed and surged, like great rivers and lakes, roaring with tumultuous waves.
The blood-colored Red Dragon circled overhead, its form slowly growing.
Boom——
Another roar that reverberated through the heavens.
The previously diminishing Thunder Light once again grew turbulent.
Countless Thunder Light passed through Jiang Ning’s body, entered the Qilin Drum through the drumstick in his hand.
Crackling——
Thunder Light kept leaping and exploding between his muscles, yet did not harm his body at all, as if a mystical power was guarding his physique.
The Qilin Drum before him also felt different from before.
The feeling was inexplicable, indescribable.
But he could clearly sense that compared to before, the Qilin Drum in front of him had obviously changed.
At this moment, as his physique continued to rise, the Red Dragon phenomenon overhead became more fierce, and the Red Dragon grew alongside him.
Moments later.
Thunder Light suddenly ceased stagnation, starting to disperse.
Boom——
With the sound of the last drum, the center of the training ground also settled into silence.
