Chapter 185: Chapter 125: The Development of Combat Skills (Vote for Recommendation, Vote for Monthly Ticket)_2

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Its principle involves letting Fighting Spirit and Saintly Aura flow within the body at a certain ratio, and then, with the explosive force of the Fighting Spirit, deliver a powerful punch.

“The Covering Method, is it wrong?”

Beya said, “Let the Fighting Spirit cover the body externally, while the Saintly Aura concentrates in the fist, reducing the backlash of the Fighting Spirit and the damage to the arms.”

“Since that failed,” but Abadun quickly regained his spirits, “that means the other method must be correct.”

“The Sandwich Principle.”

Beya said, “A layer of Saintly Aura on the outside to protect the body, a layer of Fighting Spirit in the middle to maintain explosive power, and a final layer of Saintly Aura beneath the Fighting Spirit to protect the internal bones and meridians, reducing the impact of the Saintly Aura.”

“Shall we try it?”

“Although it’s somewhat illogical, let’s give it a try. Are you alright?”

“What could be wrong with me?”

Abadun was not afraid of pain at all; he considered injuries and bleeding as honors and would never flinch.

It’s just that the principle of the ‘Unforgiving Precept’ is too bizarre.

If the Fighting Spirit is in the middle, it will impact both the inside and outside.

In that case, wouldn’t it be too wasteful to protect both sides, using too much Fighting Spirit and Saintly Aura?

“Anyway, let’s first try and see.”

With six Tree Spirits helping with healing, Abadun could extract the Miracle Power from the Bright Light Infantry Armor almost without any reservations.

If one set is exhausted, then he would switch to the second set.

Abadun’s compatibility with the Power of Avalon is incredibly high.

By approximate conversion, it is as if he were a genius with excellent talent; he could learn any move after just being shown once, making rapid progress.

Beya had a strong analytical ability; he had Abadun demonstrate, and as Abadun learned, Beya could analyze the principles.

Knowing the principles, it becomes much simpler to practice swordsmanship and combat techniques.

“Hoo~~”

Abadun once again gathered the Power of Avalon; he stepped back with his right foot, slightly lowered his stance, then placed his left arm horizontally in front of him with his right fist cocked at the waist, assuming the position to punch.

A surge of Fighting Spirit, wrapped in two layers of Saintly Aura, gradually began compressing.

“Hmm?”

Abadun clearly felt the enhancement of his Fighting Spirit; it roiled inside, growing stronger.

Suddenly, Abadun understood.

“Crack!”

The Saintly Aura wrapped around his feet showed cracks, and at the same time, Abadun removed the first layer of Saintly Aura from his feet.

“Boom!”

Enormous power exploded beneath Abadun’s feet.

Countless golden fragments turned into tiny blades, blowing up the ground beneath his feet—and that wasn’t all, as more cracks began spreading outwards in every direction.

‘I did it!’

At this moment, Abadun knew he had succeeded.

“Swoosh!”

With one step forward, without any hesitation, Abadun punched at the ten-meter high wall that had been repaired in front of him.

“Bang!”

“Crash!”

A great number of cracks not only appeared on the surface of the rocks but also penetrated deep inside, beginning to destroy the interior of the wall.

“Haaah!!”

Abadun shouted explosively. Surprisingly, the third layer of Saintly Aura, meant to protect his body, became the third booster, pushing out all the compressed Fighting Spirit in one go.

“Rumble!”

In the midst of the great shatter, Abadun quickly retreated.

He first glanced at his arm, which was unharmed, then looked ahead.

“This…”

Abadun could hardly believe what he saw before him: “Did I really do that?”

With one punch, a ten-meter high, ten-meter wide, and at least two meters thick stone wall, was completely shattered by him.

“Ohhhh!!”

“I did it! I did it again!!”

“Abadun, you’re so amazing!”

“Truly worthy of our youngest generation’s highest talent, keep it up, go for another round.”

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“Hmm!”

Abadun’s dream was to become a great warrior, and then for Bailuo, for Yatun, to conquer new territories and establish significant accomplishments.

And now, with the emergence of Fighting Spirit and Saintly Aura, Abadun could clearly feel that the distance between him and his dream was getting closer step by step.

“Boom!”

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“Thump!”

“Boom!”

Abadun had deployed the ‘Unforgiving Precept’ several times, and all were successful.

Moreover, the preparation time was getting shorter and shorter, clearly indicating that Abadun was becoming more and more proficient in this combat technique.

“Boya, that’s enough.”

Abadun looked at Boya, and the two boys, just over ten years old, shared an unspoken understanding. Boya then addressed everyone, “Everyone, follow the way I control the flow and proportion of Saintly Aura and Fighting Spirit.”

The uncle had many things to do, and if it were him, he might have discovered problems more quickly.

But the uncle could not do so.

Apart from being overstretched, doing too much for the children would not be nurturing them, but spoiling them.

Therefore, the uncle gave Boya a task, which was to replace him, helping everyone to study the inherited martial techniques within Avalon Castle.

And Gonnia was doing the same thing.

She was helping Nors, Jiera, Lu Anya, Anderson, and others study Transcendent-level martial techniques.

“Quite bustling over there.”

“With Little Boya there, their progress won’t be slower than ours.”

Gonnia and Boya’s intelligence was almost the same, but their personalities were somewhat different.

Gonnia was colder, whereas Boya was thoroughly a warm-hearted man.

Despite being so intelligent, he never acted arrogantly and instead was gentle like a little sun.

“Continue.”

Nors once again drew the greatsword that had been stuck in the ground, and Gonnia said, “Nors, that’s enough, you’ve been at it for too long today.”

Transcendent skills were far more powerful than extraordinary skills.

However, this also meant that Nors needed a much stronger physical condition to withstand their pressure.

“Our younger brothers and sisters are making progress, how can we stop?”

Nors said with a smile, “If they surpass us, we will have no face to see anyone.”

“Hmm.”

Jiera, having rested, also stood up, “That’s right, let’s continue.”

“This…”

Gonnia did not stop them again; she knew the character of Nors and Jiera—they would not easily change their minds once they set them on something.

“What’s the next move?”

“Transcendent: Shooting Star.”

Shooting Star, a very simple name.

But the power of this move was anything but small, arguably the most widespread destructive move among all Transcendent martial techniques.

“Boom!!!”

Outside the Knight Training Grounds, Bailuo had just arrived and immediately felt a violent surge of Fighting Spirit emanating from within.

“Training pretty hard, aren’t we?”

Bailuo ignored the Fighting Spirit, which was like a fierce flame, and walked straight in.

His senior sister was not here; she had gone to the harbor village to supervise the training of the slave boys and girls in place of Nors.

Of course, the senior sister wouldn’t appear before them.

They were not yet qualified to meet the prospective Queen An Ya.

Isefia had become the Miracle Person, the Queen of Avalon; she no longer needed to train hard, for with every birth of an Avalon warrior, a portion of their power would feedback to her.

Just like now, as Abadun and Nors learned martial techniques, the senior sister would automatically learn them as well.

Bailuo shared all of the senior sister’s abilities, skills were naturally a part of those abilities, so he would also learn them, which was very convenient.

The Miracle truly was an existence full of advantages.

They did not need to study or even make an effort; as long as they kept fostering Miracle Troop Types, they would naturally become very strong.

No need to worry about this way of getting stronger either.

Because every Miracle Troop Type tried their hardest, their initiative was continuously increasing, and when faced with any problem, they would not give up but bravely push through.

A Miracle wasn’t just a single entity.

The Miracle Entity, Miracle Troop Types, and the Miracle Kingdom, all of these combined, constituted the entirety of a Miracle.

“Better not disturb them.”

Seeing how earnestly his younger brothers and sisters were training, Bailuo smiled knowingly but walked straight into a special area inside Avalon Castle—the King’s Courtyard.

The King’s Courtyard was not a Land of Wonders, nor did it possess the power or inheritance to nurture Miracle Troop Types.

It was the place where Bailuo and his senior sister practiced the Power of Avalon.

But now that the senior sister was absent, it belonged only to Bailuo.

“Alright.”

Bailuo took off his shirt, then got ready below, “Today’s goal, to fully master 5% of the Power of Avalon!”