The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 13 Choice, Inch Kill
Chapter 13 Choice, Inch Kill
The small attic is not high and has only two floors.

The gatekeeper was an old man in yellow clothes. Seeing Ling Hantian coming, he squinted his eyes and handed over a registration book, saying calmly.

"Warriors below the third level of body training can only enter the first floor. After selecting the exercises and combat skills, come and register. Each person is limited to one exercise and one combat skill. The borrowing time is one month. If there is any damage, ten times the compensation. "

After Ling Hantian signed his name, he entered the attic. The area of ​​the attic was not large, and the collection of exercise secret books was only two rows of ten-meter-long bookshelves, and many bookshelves were even empty.

From this point, we can see the background of a family. The fake [-]-star power raised only by Ling Tianyang's influence has a pitifully poor background.

Walking slowly in front of the bookshelves, Ling Hantian saw many exercises for body training, but without exception, these exercises were all aimed at a specific state of body training, such as "Detailed Explanation of Skin Refining", "Yijin Zhenzhen" Sutra, "Bone Forging and Golden Body Art"...

Possessing a complete body training period method, Ling Hantian naturally looked down on these exercises. His goal was to find a simple and practical combat technique.

But after searching and searching, Ling Hantian couldn't find anything suitable for him, but at this moment, he was attracted by a yellowed booklet on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf.

Ling Hantian squatted down, stooped to take out the booklet, brushed off the thick dust on it, and three big characters emerged: Inch Strength Kill.

As the name suggests, "Inch Strength Killing" means killing with one blow within a square inch. Just these three characters show its dominance and extraordinaryness.

But when Ling Hantian opened the booklet, the corner of his mouth was bitter. It was written: This combat skill is missing and cannot be cultivated.

Although the previous part is missing, Ling Hantian still read the following content with great interest, and found that the core essence of this inch kill is explosive, instant explosive power.

This not only requires the caster to have a strong physique, but also requires the ability to mobilize all the power in an instant, achieve a common frequency, concentrate at one point, and form a one-hit kill effect.

It's a pity that this "Inch Strength" just lacks the key point of how to adjust the frequency of the body to be consistent, which makes it impossible for latecomers to practice.

"Although this inch-strength killing lacks the core key, the issue of body frequency adjustment mentioned in it happens to have something in common with the fourth level of strength training in Wuji Zhenyuan Jue. Based on the basics, come to comprehend this inch-strength killing, and it is estimated that there will be some gains."

With this idea in mind, Ling Hantian decided to borrow this "Inch Hard Kill" that no one cares about.

But at this moment, a discordant voice sounded.

"Young Master Patriarch, if you don't hide in the house to increase your brute force, how come you come to the Battle Skills Hall when you have time? Do you think you can defeat us Sen Shao after learning these low-level battle skills?"

While speaking, a young man in a light blue dress came over, followed by several other young men.

This young man in a light blue costume is Ling Sen's cousin Ling Jian, aged 17, and at the late stage of the second level of body training, he can be regarded as a good child of the Ling family.

Ling Hantian closed the book, glanced at Ling Jian lightly, and said calmly: "Ling Jian, you are already an adult, if you don't work hard to cultivate, why do you still have time to bark?"

"you……"

Being scolded as a dog, Ling Jian was furious immediately, but when he thought that this is a fighting skill hall, he could not use force, so he gritted his teeth and growled.

"Ling Hantian, you trash, it seems that your brain was burned out by the flames of the flame cave, and you thought that you would be invincible with a brute force."

"I'll be waiting for you outside the battle skill hall. If you don't break your dog teeth, read my name upside down."

Looking at the backs of Ling Jian and the others leaving, Ling Hantian shook his head, the appearance of Ling Jian was not accidental, but inevitable.

With Ling Sen's personality, he would never allow himself to cultivate with peace of mind, and would definitely use all his skills to interfere with him.

Ling Hantian brought Cunjin Kill to the deacon's office to register. When the deacon saw the combat technique Ling Hantian had chosen, he was stunned.

These deacons generally don't participate in family battles, but they are clear about Ling Hantian's duel with Ling Sen, the first genius of the Ling family in martial arts, a month later.

"Inch Kill? Are you sure you want to choose this combat technique?"

The deacon pointed to this yellowed book, and reminded: "Once selected, you will not be able to borrow other combat skills within a month. You have to think about it clearly, are you sure you want to choose this book?"

"Kill hard? Haha, did I hear correctly?"

Behind Ling Jian, a young man in yellow laughed out loud, looked at Ling Hantian jokingly, and said mockingly.

"This inch-strength kill was obtained from a stone tomb by the ancestors of the Ling family. It should be extremely precious, but unfortunately the core key points in front of this combat skill are missing, and it is impossible to practice it. Even Ling Tianyang, the arrogance of my Ling family, cannot comprehend it. , It's ridiculous that this useless material actually tries to comprehend this inch-strength killing."

"I think this Ling Hantian is probably a dead horse as a living horse doctor, knowing that he won't be able to defeat Sen Shao in a month, so he randomly selected a book of combat skills to support the scene."

One of the pink-faced teenagers curled his lips and said disapprovingly.

"I don't think it's that simple," Ling Jian frowned, and said in a low voice, "No matter what, we have to report this news to Young Master Sen."

Ling Hantian turned a deaf ear to the ridicule of Ling Jian and the others, and insisted on choosing this one-inch kill. The deacon who guarded the pavilion could only shake his head and do the registration work well.

He has guarded the pavilion for decades and has seen many geniuses, but he has never seen anyone who has practiced this inch of strength.

Seeing that Ling Hantian had finished registering and walked out of the battle skill hall, Ling Jian stepped forward with a big grin, blocked Ling Hantian's way, and looked down at Ling Hantian.

"Ling Hantian, it's quite weird that you choose this book of "Inch Killing". If you tell me the reason, I can consider letting you go today, how about it?"

(End of this chapter)