Thunder Breathing Method

"Thank you for your guidance, Elder Huang, but I still want to choose this One Blade Style to give it a try!"

Li Qiming said, having made up his mind.

He didn't know if he would be able to master it.

But what if he could?

Once mastered, he would at least have a means to defend himself and save his life when facing an enemy!

"You..." Elder Huang glared at him, his expression not looking very pleasant. Why did he keep running into stubborn brats like this?

However, he could understand it; young people always had a bit of an arrogant spirit.

"This is your own choice. If you can't master it and waste your time for nothing, don't come blaming me..." Elder Huang said.

Li Qiming nodded naturally.

"The original manual cannot be taken away. Go to the counter at the entrance; there is paper and a brush there. You can copy a version for yourself."

Seeing how determined he was, Elder Huang shook his head and turned away, lying back down on his recliner. Soon, the sound of snoring began to drift over.

Li Qiming sat down beside him and began to transcribe the One Blade Style.

The One Blade Style was quite thick, feeling heavy in his hands.

As he copied, Li Qiming realized that the One Blade Style was truly worthy of being a second-rate martial art; it was completely incomparable to the Tiger Roar Fist.

The Tiger Roar Fist was purely about mobilizing blood energy and tempering the body, consisting of stance training and basic strikes.

But the One Blade Style contained an additional breathing technique.

This breathing technique was called the "Thunder Breathing Method."

The creator was none other than the founding master, Long Yingtian. One rainy night, while observing the celestial phenomena, he saw thunder roaring and flashing across the sky, gaining enlightenment from it to create this unique Thunder Breathing Method.

Li Qiming realized that mastering this breathing technique within the One Blade Style was the core key to everything!

Suddenly, Li Qiming noticed a figure walking in.

He looked up and saw that they were all acquaintances: Wang Liang, the white-robed young master Mo Su, another young master with a square face, and a wealthy young lady with fair skin, a beautiful face, and a generous bosom.

These four were the ones with average aptitude who had been surpassed and eliminated by Li Qiming during yesterday's assessment.

Yet, at this moment, they were all wearing the same gray robes as Li Qiming, representing "registered disciples."

As their eyes met, Mo Su and the others looked somewhat awkward. After all, they were technically Li Qiming's "defeated opponents." Being able to become disciples of the Dragon Roar Martial Hall this time was not exactly "above board."

"Brother! We meet again!"

When Wang Liang saw Li Qiming, his eyes lit up. He had felt completely out of place and awkward among the three wealthy young masters and the lady, so seeing Li Qiming, who shared his background as a former servant, made him feel exceptionally close.

He was just about to step forward to properly introduce himself.

Suddenly, an immense pressure descended upon Wang Liang and the other three!

It felt like an invisible pair of giant hands pressing down on them, making it difficult to even breathe, let alone move an inch!

The four of them sank, their expressions darkening as if they had returned to the second round of yesterday's assessment, being suppressed by the blood energy of an elder!

Seeing the change in Wang Liang and the others, Li Qiming immediately understood that this was Elder Huang's doing!

He waited for a moment, but the prompt from Elder Huang never came.

Li Qiming couldn't help but turn his head to look.

Hoo-hoo--

Elder Huang was still snoring.

This... what was going on? Was he really asleep? Did he act subconsciously?

He watched as Wang Liang and the others broke out in a cold sweat.

"Ahem..." Li Qiming thought for a moment and spoke on behalf of Elder Huang, "New disciples? Remember, you only have half an hour. Don't dawdle too long... and remember, you can only choose martial arts on the first floor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure on the four of them vanished instantly.

Mo Su and the others looked at him with surprised eyes, feeling genuinely shocked inside.

Wasn't this guy a newcomer just like them? Why did he sound like the person in charge here?

But they weren't fools; they immediately realized that the one who had truly acted was the old man sleeping on the recliner next to them.

This was a mysterious expert!

"Brother, my name is Wang Liang, I'm a year younger than you. Um, can I treat you to a meal tonight?" Wang Liang asked nervously, seemingly eager to befriend Li Qiming, even showing a hint of admiration.

"Sure." Li Qiming smiled slightly and nodded.

He had a good impression of Wang Liang. Furthermore, since they shared the same background and were both new disciples, having an extra friend in this new environment was never a bad thing.

Just like how Zhang Mingshun knew him, and Ah Kun and the others suddenly didn't dare to collect interest on his loan.

Sometimes, simply knowing certain people was enough to make some problems resolve themselves. That was the benefit of connections.

"Li Qiming, I will definitely work hard to surpass you!" Mo Su said in a deep voice, carrying a hint of arrogance, before turning around to go pick out a martial art.

The other two, a square-faced young master and a wealthy young lady, cupped their fists toward Li Qiming without saying much, then turned to follow closely behind Mo Su. It seemed the three of them had vaguely formed a group with Mo Su as their leader.

"Brother, I'll be going then," Wang Liang said.

"En."

Li Qiming looked toward Elder Huang, who was still snoring. He shook his head and continued to lower his head to transcribe the book.

The One Blade Style was too thick.

It was so thick that he wouldn't be able to finish copying it for quite some time.

Because the Thunder Breathing Method seemed impossible to put into words, only to be grasped intuitively; it was profound and mysterious.

Even that first-generation founder, Long Yingtian, could not explain it clearly in just a few words.

Before long, Mo Su, Wang Liang, and the others finished their selections and sat down at the spots next to him, beginning to transcribe their books.

In the end, Li Qiming was actually the last of the five to finish copying.

"Brother, what martial art did you choose? It's so thick, it looks really impressive!"

Wang Liang asked curiously.

Mo Su and the others couldn't help but glance over, naturally feeling just as curious in their hearts.

"One Blade Style." Li Qiming did not hide it and showed them the cover of the manual directly.

Mo Su and the others looked at each other in dismay.

"What is it?" Li Qiming felt their expressions were very strange.

The next second, the four of them displayed the covers of the manuals they had chosen as well.

Tyrant Blade, Life-Taking Thirteen Blades, Shadowless Blade, Complex Blade...

The five of them had coincidentally all chosen blade techniques!

"Heh, things are starting to get interesting..." Mo Su suddenly gave a cold laugh, stared intently at Li Qiming, and said, "Then, let's have a competition to see whose blade technique is the strongest and most powerful later on!"

Li Qiming stood up, tidied his desk, then looked at Mo Su and said indifferently:

"I concede."

Not to mention that the One Blade Style might be impossible to master...

Even if he truly succeeded, given his personality, he would still keep an ace up his sleeve. This was a means of saving his life, so naturally, the fewer people who knew about it, the better!

If everyone knew he had learned the One Blade Style, they would naturally be on guard against him, and the effectiveness of his life-saving measure would be greatly diminished.

There was no need for it.

Li Qiming returned the original copy of the One Blade Style to the bookshelf.

Watching Li Qiming's retreating back, Mo Su's face suddenly flushed red. He felt that he had been humiliated!

This guy didn't seem to consider him a rival at all!

He didn't even take him seriously!

This was simply a profound disgrace!