One Blade Style

Li Qiming and Wang Jie walked around for a while and discovered that the Dragon Roar Martial Hall was massive, divided into many areas including the Martial Arts Arena, the Scripture Pavilion, the Contribution Hall, and an eight-story pagoda building that was said to be a restricted area for disciples, accessible only to the Hall Master, elders, and true-disciples.

"Brother Qiming, this is your room..."

Wang Jie led Li Qiming to the residential area.

Here, rows of houses were arranged in an orderly fashion, standing closely side by side.

Li Qiming walked into the room; the furnishings were simple, consisting only of a bed, a table, and a stool.

The bedding and pillow on the bed were brand new.

Hmm, this is enough!

"Brother Qiming, change into your clothes and bring your disciple token. I'll take you to the Scripture Pavilion. Newly initiated disciples can enter the Scripture Pavilion for free to choose one martial art!"

Wang Jie said.

Li Qiming's eyes flickered; there was such a good deal?

He hurriedly changed into the gray disciple robe inside the room.

After shedding his patched servant clothes, he immediately felt like a new person.

Finally, he looked like a normal human being!

The Scripture Pavilion.

It was a three-story pagoda building that looked very ancient and imposing from the outside.

"Brother Qiming, it's not convenient for me to enter here, so I'll wait for you at the entrance."

Wang Jie said while standing at the door.

"Alright."

Li Qiming nodded.

He then lifted his leg and stepped through the gates of the Scripture Pavilion.

The moment he stepped inside, a massive pressure suddenly descended upon him, making it difficult for him to move even an inch.

"A new kid? Remember, you only have half an hour, don't dawdle for too long..."

Behind the counter at the entrance, an old man with a white beard was lying on a rocking chair, speaking slowly to Li Qiming.

As soon as the voice fell, the pressure on Li Qiming's body vanished instantly, and he could move freely again.

"How should I address you, senior?"

"Hehe, you can call me Elder Huang."

Elder Huang seemed too lazy to pay him any mind, speaking in a listless tone.

Li Qiming wanted to ask something else, but suddenly, the sound of snoring erupted; this Elder Huang had actually fallen straight asleep.

However, he didn't think he could act recklessly here.

This old man was definitely an expert.

He gathered his thoughts and looked into the room, seeing rows of bookshelves neatly arranged, filled with martial arts manuals that dazzled his eyes.

What kind of martial art should he choose?

Li Qiming was also at a loss.

However, he remembered what Wang Jie had said earlier: disciples of the Dragon Roar Martial Hall needed to complete basic tasks every month and earn at least one hundred contribution points, otherwise, there would be penalties, and in serious cases, they would be expelled from the sect!

Therefore, he would definitely have to try doing some low-difficulty, simple tasks that didn't carry much danger...

He would certainly encounter some level of danger...

Li Qiming examined himself.

He seemed to lack a weapon-based martial art right now.

If he encountered a martial artist who was also in the mid-stage of the Blood Refining Realm, and he rushed in using only fist techniques while the opponent pulled out a machete to kill him, he would definitely be hacked into mincemeat first!

"It is said that sword techniques are harder to master... spears are too long and inconvenient to carry... hammers are too heavy..."

After thinking it over, his eyes lit up.

A saber!

A saber was relatively easy to pick up.

Even if he had never practiced any saber techniques, if someone gave him a saber, he would know how to hack an enemy to death.

It was nothing more than putting force into a slash!

Coincidentally, he still had seven or eight taels of silver, and the martial hall had a Forging Hall where he could buy an ordinary steel saber to use for now...

He had heard that the Forging Hall also had precious sabers that could cut through iron like mud, but unfortunately, they couldn't be bought with money; they required a large amount of contribution points to exchange.

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, Li Qiming looked at the text on the wall nearby regarding the introduction to the "Scripture Pavilion."

According to the introduction, this pavilion houses over ten thousand martial arts manuals on its three floors.

These have all been contributed over the past three hundred years by the hall masters, elders, and inner disciples of the sect.

Some are original techniques, while others were spoils of war taken from other martial artists or sects.

In the martial arts world, manuals are divided into four grades: Unranked, Third-rate, Second-rate, and First-rate.

Any martial art capable of being collected in the Scripture Pavilion is at the very least a Third-rate technique!

Seeing this, Li Qiming nodded, his heart trembling slightly.

The first floor where he currently stood contained only Third-rate martial arts.

Each and every one of them was stronger than his Tiger Roar Fist.

After all, the fact that Tiger Roar Fist could be leaked out by the Dragon Roar Martial Hall meant it was naturally an Unranked technique.

Li Qiming couldn't help but cast his gaze toward the corner, where the entrance to the second floor was located.

The second floor contained even higher-tier martial arts manuals!

However, Elder Huang had just stated that he could only choose one technique from the first floor.

Li Qiming had no choice but to walk toward the rows of bookshelves.

Soon, he arrived in front of the "Blade Techniques" shelf.

This row of shelves was filled with all kinds of blade techniques! There were thousands of them!

Life-Taking Thirteen Blades, Tyrant Blade, Liu Family Thirty-Two Blades, Seventy-Two Route Blade Art...

Li Qiming's gaze swept slowly over the manuals one by one until he paused, reaching out to pick one up to flip through.

The cover of this manual bore three large characters:

Single Blade Style.

The title page contained the origin of the manual; it turned out that a former inner disciple had his arm severed by an enemy during a mission. After returning, this inner disciple created the Single Blade Style and eventually became famous throughout the martial arts world.

Li Qiming was immediately intrigued.

But as he read further, he saw that this blade technique required holding the blade with the left hand...

It seems this senior brother lost his right hand, the one he used to hold his blade.

Li Qiming shook his head immediately; he wasn't left-handed, so he was naturally not fated for this Single Blade Style.

He put the manual back and picked up a Complex Blade from nearby, flipping through it seriously.

Time passed minute by minute.

"Kid, half an hour is almost up. Why haven't you made your choice yet?"

Elder Huang had even taken a nap, and upon finding that the kid was still struggling, he couldn't help but speak up.

"What kind of blade technique do you actually want to learn?"

Li Qiming looked up at Elder Huang. The man's words reminded him of something, and he spoke without hesitation:

"Elder Huang, I want the blade technique with the greatest power here!"

If he was going to learn, he naturally wanted the strongest one!

"Greatest power... Heh, there is one, naturally, but you can't learn it." Elder Huang shook his head and said.

"Which one is it?" Li Qiming asked.

Elder Huang raised his hand to the corner of the very top shelf, picked up a dust-covered blade technique manual, and handed it to Li Qiming.

Li Qiming took it and blew the dust off the surface to see three large characters on the cover:

One Blade Style.

"Kid, don't say I didn't warn you. This One Blade Style has immense power. It uses the strength of your entire body's blood energy to condense into a single strike. Just one strike. After that strike, if the enemy isn't dead, you are... so it's not very practical!"

"Furthermore, most importantly, the original grade of this One Blade Style is a Second-rate martial art! Because no disciple has ever managed to master it, it was placed here on the first floor..."

Elder Huang said cautiously.

He was giving a well-intentioned warning; there had been disciples before who didn't know any better and practiced this technique bitterly, only to waste over half a year of their time for nothing.

No disciple has ever mastered it? Li Qiming couldn't help but frown.

But he was truly tempted, because he possessed a trace of Flood Dragon Bloodline power within him. Even if he exhausted all his blood energy in one strike, he could instantly recover to full strength.

In other words, if he mastered it, he could use One Blade Style twice in a row.