Invicibles

The Fourth Stage of the Body Metamorphosis Scriptures

But the two Tempest of Hell typhoons did not last long at all, it zigzagged around the small courtyard for about a time and then disappeared.

After the first attempt, Huang Xiaolong did not swing his sword again but repeated his movements and recalled how it felt when the Tempest of Hell was formed. As he stood there, within his mind was an endless row of swirling cyclones that engulfed everything in its path. Although sporadic, the trajectory he was supposed to follow was clearly mapped on his head.

Half an hour later, Xiaolong suddenly made a move; his hand swung out as he held the sword. This time, there were eighteen beams of blade rays that appeared out of nowhere, rotating in constant motion, pulling the airflow to form two cyclones that were twice the size of the first experiment.

When it ended, he once again stood motionless, recalling the sensation when the Tempest of Hell was formed, the way it spun, and the way it spun as it moved according to its predetermined trajectory and lastly, its direction.

Half an hour later, Huang Xiaolong slashed at the Blades of Asura once more.

And that's how the process repeats itself, over and over again.

Every time after he slashed, he stood motionless in a place like a statue, comprehending the essence of the movement before attacking again.

From morning until noon, and then nightfall as the last sunset rays were about to dissipate, the black blade in Huang Xiaolong's hand suddenly swung out. The two turbulent storms typical of the Tempest of Hell revolved, spinning endlessly with the wind, whistling akin to a sad whimper crawling out of hell; making the heart pound on hearing it.

The current Tempest of Hell Huang Xiaolong could last for five breaths for now.

As he listened to the faint cries of Asura emitted by the Tempest of Hell, Huang Xiaolong heaved a sigh of relief. According to the records, after the Tempest of Hell let out a faint cry of hell, then it was considered to reach a small completion stage!

If Sovereign Founder of Asura’s Gates, Ren Wokuang knew that Huang Xiaolong had only used one day of practice to achieve a small completion in the First Asura Sword Skill's movement, he would be dumbfounded and speechless.

During Ren Wokuang's time, when he had accidentally mastered this cultivation technique and fighting skill, he needed more than two months of practice before he could produce a cry from hell.

But Huang Xiaolong only used one day!

The training of battle skills was irrelevant to one's martial spirit talent because it depended on an individual's ability to comprehend. In his previous life, Huang Xiaolong was hailed as a rare martial arts prodigy for over a hundred years on Earth. The concept of battle skills was similar to martial arts. So it was not something unimaginable that he only needed one day of practice to reach the small completion stage within the First Skill of the Asura Sword.

Seeing the sky getting darker, Huang Xiaolong stopped his practice and entered his room where he sat cross-legged on a cold jade bed, running the Asura Tactics cultivation technique to train his battle qi.

Ever since he advanced to the Fourth Order, his second-headed snake martial spirit had not only evolved into an extraordinary talented twin martial spirit, his physical size had increased.

By the time Huang Xiaolong's martial spirit had just awakened, the two-headed snake martial spirit was only half a meter long.

The black and blue dragon floated behind Huang Xiaolong with its jaws open, devouring the spiritual energy of the underworld that flowed down from the void. After he broke through to the Fourth Order, the spiritual energy of the underworld became darker, thicker, and purer.

From the body of the twin dragon martial spirit, an innate oppressive aura from the prestige of the dragon race emanated.

!..

Time passed and very quickly a month had passed.

The days change into a month, and each day is a repetition of the same routine. In addition to practicing the Asura Tactics, and Body Metamorphose Scripture, every morning Huang Xiaolong would allocate practice time to sharpen the Asura Sword Skill in his small courtyard. After one month, the blade lights that had emerged from his attack had risen to forty from the initial eighteen. Even the size of the cyclones produced by the Tempest of Hell had more than doubled in size.

One night, Huang Xiaolong went to the back mountain wanting to test the strength of the Tempest of Hell movement. Gripping the Blades of Asura in his palm, he swung out and two wind whirls were seen flying out. As the two cyclones created from the Tempest of Hell spun, every tree within a thirty-meter radius was cut down, and on the tree trunks of these fallen trees were slash marks made by many slashes as if someone was venting their anger into these trees with a sword.

However, at this speed, he would need at least six months before he could reach the main completion stage for this Tempest of Hell movement. Huang Xiaolong thought to himself.

Although the results using the Tempest of Hell were quite good after only a month of hard training, compared to what was described in the record, it was, his understanding of the movements and forces he managed to unleash was still far from reaching the grand completion stage.

One he advanced to that stage, the two typhoons created from the Tempest of Hell could change direction as he wished.

After spending some time training in the back mountain, Huang Xiaolong slowly adjusted his mood and condition. Opening his legs wide with both of his hands stretched high above his head, he absorbed the world's spiritual energy, turning it into an internal force. Slowly, it increasingly piled up within Huang Xiaolong's dantian.

Moments after entering the training pose of the Body Metamorphose Scripture, Huang Xiaolong suddenly saw a bright golden flash of light from his dantian. Furthermore, his body followed, enveloped in a golden light, the surrounding air rippled outward in four directions as internal force burst forth from his body.

Slowly, Huang Xiaolong took his palm and stopped his training for the night. His eyes opened as he circulated the internal strength of Stage Three along his meridians, widening them even further!

With this, he would be able to train in Stage Four's Converting the Star Power of the Body Metamorphosis Scriptures right away.

Recalling the instructions for Stage Four, Huang Xiaolong's right foot stepped out facing his left foot while his left foot did the same. His lower body bent forward above his knees with his left hand stretched out above his head pointing towards the sky. In this posture, Huang Xiaolong regulated his breathing, following a certain rhythm. Heaven and earth spirit energy once again rushed towards him, being absorbed into his body.

The night passed quietly.

Only when the sky was clear did Huang Xiaolong put down his left hand and step back, ending his Body Metamorphose Scripture training.

After exhaling a mouthful of turbid qi, he took out a few Ethereal Hand Palms as an exercise before returning to the Huang Clan Manor. By the time he reached the Huang Clan Manor, the sun was already high in the sky. With casual steps, Huang Xiaolong headed towards the main hall of the Eastern Courtyard.

Stepping into the hall, he saw Huang Peng and Su Yan present, however, something about the atmosphere in the hall seemed to be not right, so Huang Xiaolong could not help but ask, "Dad, Mom, please, what's up?"

"Huang Wei came out of the Spirit Pond!" Huang Peng said as he looked at his son, and his voice sounded somewhat weak, "I heard he reached the peak of the late Second Order!"

Only at this moment, Huang Xiaolong remembered, a month had passed since the Spirit Pond opened. The beginning-Second Order? It seemed like the results from the one month training in the Spirit Pool were not bad. Huang Xiaolong sneered.

"Dad, Mom, you don't have to worry about the Clan Assembly next year." Huang Xiaolong said, "Actually, I had already reached the peak of the early-Second Order the day before yesterday!"

Huang Xiaolong released his battle qi as proof of his words.

"This, the peak of the early Second Order!" Huang Peng and Su Yan were filled with shock as they sensed the battle qi emanating from Huang Xiaolong's body.

"Xiaolong, this is ?!" Huang Peng looked at his son, could it be that his son was having another fortuitous adventure? Otherwise, how could he have advanced at such a frightening speed?

Laughing, Huang Xiaolong explained, "About this matter, it's better if you don't ask."

Huang Peng and Su Yan exchanged glances; it seemed that their son had many secrets, but since their son did not want to explain them, then they would not bother him about it.

"OK, Xiaolong, as long as you break through to the Third Order at the end of the year, even if you can't defeat Huang Wei, Father will still allow you to train in the back mountains." Huang Peng said as he looked at his son.