Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art

However, just as Qi Bei's large hand touched Yao Rao's chest, her pretty face suddenly pressed against his, while a sharp pain shot through his left ear—she had clamped down on it with her pearly teeth.

"If you keep pushing your luck, I'll bite off the one down there too." Yao Rao laughed beside Qi Bei's ear.

Down there? With her mouth?

That shameless bastard Qi Bei hardened, jutting straight against Yao Rao's lower abdomen like a red-hot iron rod. Even through two layers of clothing, the heat left Yao Rao's whole body weak.

"You lecher." Yao Rao's pretty face flushed crimson as she pushed Qi Bei away and stood up.

Qi Bei bared his teeth and rubbed his left ear. A trace of blood appeared on his finger. This little temptress is seriously ruthless.

A trace of heartache flashed through Yao Rao's beautiful eyes. She crouched down and gently massaged his ear with her jade-like hand.

"It would feel even better with a kiss." Qi Bei teased her shamelessly, refusing to mend his ways.

Yao Rao's jade-like hand, which had been gently rubbing his ear, changed from rubbing to pinching and lifted his earlobe.

Qi Bei howled loudly. It did not really hurt that much, but he had to play along.

Yao Rao shot Qi Bei a sidelong glance and released his ear.

"Xiao Bei, the Martial Arts you cultivate truly are miraculous, especially their properties. They can actually suppress all magic and Battle Qi. A common man's innocence can bring him trouble, and your strength is still too weak—you simply cannot protect yourself. So unless necessary, you would do best not to display them in front of others," Yao Rao said suddenly.

"I'd like not to, but I can't exactly let someone slap me in the face while I bow and scrape to him, can I?" Qi Bei replied. Over the past few days, through Yao Rao's tests, he had discovered that his inner force could actually suppress both magic and Battle Qi, leaving Yao Rao astonished.

Yao Rao extended her jade-like hand, and a book suddenly appeared in it.

"This is a Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art I happened to obtain. It should suit your constitution. Try cultivating it." Yao Rao handed the book to Qi Bei.

Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art. A dragon again. Could it be that I'm fated to have ties with dragons?

Qi Bei accepted the Battle Qi Arts manual, a trace of emotion welling up in his heart. She's gone to such lengths to make arrangements for me. There must be some feelings between us, right?

Qi Bei did not know that the Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art was no ordinary Battle Qi Arts manual.

If a Mage's spells were divided by rank—for example, what spells an Apprentice Mage could cultivate and what spells a Junior Mage could cultivate...

Of course, some magic spells were widely available, but certain spells with immense power were exceedingly rare. Many Advanced Mages had cultivated only one or two advanced spells. The incantations for advanced magic were simply too expensive. Even though Mages were publicly acknowledged to be wealthy, most still found themselves stretched thin when buying powerful spells.

Warriors were completely different from Mages. Most Warriors cultivated only one kind of core Battle Qi, while all their other offensive methods were derived from that core Battle Qi. Therefore, choosing core Battle Qi was extremely important for an Apprentice Warrior just setting foot on the path of the Warrior. Once a choice was made, switching to another core Battle Qi Art later meant starting all over again.

A Warrior's Battle Qi Arts were divided into five grades: Mortal, Fine, King, Saint, and Divine.

Mortal Grade was the most common, and most Warriors cultivated Mortal Grade Battle Qi Arts.

Fine Grade was much rarer, and its price was no cheaper than that of advanced magic spells.

King Grade was exceedingly scarce, with collections found only in the inner treasuries of certain imperial dynasties.

As for Saint Grade, it was even rarer than a phoenix feather or a unicorn horn.

And Divine Grade likely existed only in legend.

The Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art Yao Rao had given Qi Bei was a Saint Grade Battle Qi Art, one that even the combined strength of the entire Nord Family could not have unearthed.

"Let's stay here today. Tomorrow..." Yao Rao said. Tomorrow, they would go their separate ways, but for some reason, the words suddenly stuck in her throat, and she could not bring herself to finish.

"There's no feast in this world that never ends. I saved your life, and you led me out of the Undead Mountain Range and even gave me a Battle Qi Arts manual. That's fair!" After a moment of silence, Qi Bei smiled. After spending nine days with Yao Rao, he already understood her character. Since she had said this, there was no chance she would stay with him. Giving him this Battle Qi Arts manual was probably only her way of ensuring they owed each other nothing. I was just indulging in wishful thinking.

"I'm glad you understand." Yao Rao smiled faintly, turned aside, sat down cross-legged, and entered meditation.

A sudden tightness seized Qi Bei's chest. He rose and smashed his fist into the cave wall, blasting out a deep fist imprint, then strode out of the cave.

Yao Rao's closed eyes opened, a complex and unfathomable emotion flickering faintly within them. She let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes again.

Qi Bei's eyes burned with raging fury. Carrying the black greatsword, he charged into the mass of undead. Every sweep of his hand reduced an entire row of undead to shattered fragments.

Two hours later, Qi Bei returned with a fierce Killing Intent clinging to him, but his eyes had already grown calm.

Qi Bei sat at the very back of the cave and began studying the Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art Yao Rao had given him.

The previous owner of Qi Bei's body had been nothing more than a useless wastrel. Unable to cultivate Battle Qi or magic, he had abandoned himself to despair and never bothered to learn about any of it. As a result, Qi Bei currently knew nothing about Battle Qi either.

However, all things under heaven were interconnected; understanding one opened the way to understanding a hundred others.

Whether magic, Battle Qi, or the Divine Dragon Art Qi Bei cultivated, they were all, in essence, applications of energy.

Energy could strengthen the body, attack, and defend. Ultimately, the difference lay in the method of application. However, differences in the properties and strength of energy meant that their power was destined to vary greatly.

The magical properties a Mage cultivated depended entirely on their innate magical affinity. If you possessed a fire-element magical affinity, you could cultivate fire magic; if you possessed a water-element magical affinity, you could cultivate water magic.

Warriors, however, were different. Battle Qi had no elemental distinctions. Its essential nature within the human body was the same, but through different methods of using Battle Qi, it could take on myriad forms.

For example, the relatively common Ice Battle Qi Art and Flame Battle Qi Art could stimulate Battle Qi into icy and fiery properties.

The Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art, meanwhile, could give rise to dragon-shaped Battle Qi, mimicking the various forms of a dragon's attacks. Its power was immense.

The dragons of this world were different from the image of a divine dragon in Qi Bei's left palm. They more closely resembled the dragons Qi Bei had seen in Western fantasy films in his previous life, with wings and two claws.

However, the dragons of this world likewise stood at the pinnacle of the food chain. Sacred and inviolable, they were existences that surpassed the ninth rank. Lofty and aloof, they disdained dwelling alongside other creatures, and most people believed that true dragons did not exist at all.

Some dragon subspecies could occasionally be seen, however, such as Earth Dragons, Flying Dragons, and Ironclad Dragons. They resembled dragons in appearance, but their strength was far inferior to that of true dragons, generally ranging from the sixth to the ninth rank. With sufficient strength, they could be tamed into magical pets.

The Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art precisely mimicked the attack forms of true dragons. No wonder it had been classified as a Saint Grade Battle Qi Art.

Qi Bei sat down cross-legged and began cultivating, forgetting both the self and the world.

Faint rays of light rose from the Mad Dragon Battle Qi Art manual. In the end, the book turned to ash.

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