Chapter 19 - Fierce Prowess (1/2)

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Several hours before, Yan Zaizen was practicing the Soul Art: Pneuma Disruption at his own leisure. Despite being surrounded by disaster beasts from the left and right, he didn't feel any sort of fear in regards to this. A majority of the beasts that roamed about were only at the rank one or two and the occasional rank three. His cultivation may be weak, but his soul cultivation was at the Perfect Nascent-level. Therefore, it wasn't hard for him to get a forewarning if beasts of a high rank intended to cross his paths.

Whenever that happened, he would just decisively avoid their path of travel.

The soul art was considerably difficult to comprehend, even to the initial success stage. If one thought about it, It made sense. Superior-grade arts weren't given such a title for fun, but because amongst arts in its category, it was truly above standard-grade in both effect and difficulty. Pinnacle-grade arts, the arts that reigned at the apex of their category, were the only arts that stood above.

Originally, he was never accomplished at arts. One could look at his famed Great Yan Fist, a low-grade Qi Art, but in all of his years of cultivation was only at the minor success stage. Nonetheless, he wasn't frustrated. Before, he simply never genuinely tried, but now was different. Thus, he put all of his mind and talents into comprehending how to use his soul energy in accordance with the art.

After an hour, he felt dejected by his lack of success. He kicked a tree in frustration, causing a rank two serpent beast to slither towards him. Recognizing this, he didn't avoid it like normal but actually waited while it approached with bared fangs. When it did, Yan Zaizen, who was filled with frustration, propelled himself above it, raised his leg, and stomped down with all his frustrations. He didn't fear this snake because, according to the Immortal Herculean Method, his mortal body should possess the strength to rival even a peak-Qi Revolving Cultivator.

This one stomp possessed power Yan Zaizen didn't even know he had. The wind whistled at the force of his leg. Before the snake could even react, it was smashed into a puddle of blood and scales. Even more so, Yan Zaizen's legs were deeply imprinted into the ground.

”What?!” Shocked at his sudden display of explosive power, his eyes widened at the scene. This was a rank two disaster beast with strength equivalent to a late-Qi Revolving Cultivator!

It was flattened like paste with one stomp!

It had taken him a while before he lifted his feet out of the ground, revealing the foot-shaped hole that dripped with snake flesh and blood.

”The Immortal Herculean Method declared that the Minimum...strength would be peak-Qi Revolving Realm at the Initial Success Stage. Then…” He contemplated his circumstance and started to reassess the assumption of his strength. Thinking up to here, he wore an excited grin.

He was formidable!

Time to find out how much.

The next couple of hours left the Basilisk Forest in a complete and utter nightmare. Every beast he came across, be it rank one or rank two would have their lives reaped and cores harvested by him. At one point, his pockets were too full, and he had to fashion a bag using the skin and scales of a lizard. He liked it.

”Hahaha!” He couldn't help but laugh uproariously. He could easily do away with rank one or two beasts with a flick of his finger, quite literally. Earlier, he met a group of rank one snakes who attempted to ambush him from the trees, but each and every one of them encountered their end with a flick to their heads, causing them to explode violently.

This meant his body cultivation had already reached Essence Formation in strength, but he couldn't tell by how much. The only accurate way was to find more formidable opponents. That was when he saw a Rank Three Katori Lesser Dragon roaming about, seemingly following someone or something's trail. He contemplated for a bit. However, seeing that it definitely possessed the aura of a rank three beast with his keen spiritual sense, he decided to seize the chance.

If he wasn't the Dragon's match, he could simply retreat, right?

Thinking up to here, he rushed it.

The Katori saw this, felt challenged, and replied with a fierce rush of its own.

The Katori was not his match.

It ran away.

Fast.