Blood Battle Mad Blade

Three days later. The time for parting arrived.

"Hao'er, listen to your mother at home, don't make her angry, and train hard."

Lu Jingxuan said.

"Don't worry, Dad. I'll listen to Mom while you're gone. You need to be careful wherever you're going and stay alert at all times."

"Rest assured, I've been stationed there for so long. It's no problem; it's perfectly safe."

Lu Hao nodded and said nothing more, leaving the remaining time to his mother.

"I'll pass on my Blood Battle Mad Blade to Hao'er tonight. He wants to practice blade techniques, and since I practice them too, I can guide him in the future."

"...But your blade technique, isn't it a bit too desperate? If Hao'er practices it and something goes wrong..."

"Sigh... I've seen over these three days that the child has already guessed quite a bit. He's definitely going to follow his brother's path. Let him practice it; at least he'll have a fighting chance when he encounters stronger enemies."

"..."

During these three days, his father took Lu Hao out to have fun everywhere. Aside from the standard morning and evening combat training, everything else was set aside, leaving only time to enjoy himself with his father.

Happy days pass quickly, and separation is the norm. His father had to return to guard the Earth Cave.

Lu Hao didn't feel too much reluctance. He believed his progress would only get faster, and he would naturally be able to see his father again when the time came.

In the afternoon, returning to the familiar slaughterhouse, Lu Hao felt less anxious after three days of adjustment. He was slightly more relaxed, but he still had to work hard.

Arriving at the assembly line and looking at the old acquaintances, the pigs lined up one by one. Lu Hao raised his blade and brought it down, and a pleasant notification rang in his ears: Slaughter Point +2.

Throughout the afternoon, Lu Hao returned to his cold-blooded butcher state, harvesting the lives of nearly a hundred pigs and gaining 200 Slaughter Points.

In the evening, after dinner, "Hao'er, take this. Start practicing when you find the time. Build a solid foundation first; it will make things much easier later on."

Bai Qiuyao handed a USB drive to Lu Hao and said.

"Mom, what is this?" Lu Hao asked as he took the drive.

"You said you wanted to practice blade techniques, right? This is a set of techniques your father created himself. It's a mid-grade combat technique. Although you can't use it yet, you can start the preliminary training. Once you reach the Third Grade, it will be much easier to progress."

"Ah? Dad practices the blade too? How come I didn't know that?"

Lu Hao was full of questions. He had no idea his father was a blade user, let alone that he had created his own combat technique.

"Your father has always used a blade, but he rarely comes home, and he never brings his weapon when he does. Since you never saw him in action, you naturally didn't know what his primary weapon was. You two can be considered to be of the same lineage—both blade users."

"However, Hao'er, if you practice this technique, promise your mother that you will only use the third strike when you are absolutely certain of success, or when you have trusted teammates by your side."

Seeing his mother's worried expression, Lu Hao quickly agreed. Although he didn't know the specifics of the third strike, he could tell from her concern that it was no ordinary move.

Taking the USB drive back to the training room, he inserted it into the projector, and his father's figure appeared on the screen.

In the video, his father looked like a true Grandmaster. Even through the screen, one could feel his father's aura and the demeanor of a Grandmaster—this was the presence forged through life-and-death battles.

It was a far cry from the "good guy" who had been keeping him company for the past two days.

Blood Battle Mad Blade.

This was the mid-grade combat technique his father had created. There were even higher-grade techniques like the Nine-Layer Battle Blade, and the God-Slaying Blade, which he created by combining his spiritual power after breaking through to the Grandmaster realm.

Setting aside the actual effectiveness, the names were incredibly high-profile. "God-Slaying"—it was clear that his father had been full of ambition in his youth.

After mentally poking fun at the names of the techniques, Lu Hao continued to study the video intently.

The Blood Battle Mad Blade consisted of only three strikes.

Each strike unleashed more blood energy than the last. The blood energy unleashed in the final strike was nearly four times that of the first. If one's control over blood energy was high enough, this final strike could potentially reach the level of an ultimate move.

It was best to wait until reaching the Third Grade to fully execute the third strike, as most bones wouldn't be fully tempered before then, and blood energy levels would be too low for the body to support it.

What Lu Hao needed to learn now was the first strike. Listening to his father's explanation, Lu Hao began to understand: the Blood Battle Mad Blade was all about momentum.

Strike after strike, reaching the peak at the third, and unleashing all of one's blood energy—this was clearly a move meant for fighting to the death. If the opponent didn't die after those three strikes, you would be the one to die.

No wonder the third strike reached the level of an ultimate move. And his mother's warning to only use it when certain or with teammates made sense; after the third strike, one would be completely at the mercy of others.

It seemed his father was a ruthless character. It was either you die or I die. After the three strikes, with no blood energy left, it was all up to fate.

However, this was perfect for Lu Hao, who could restore his blood energy using Slaughter Points.

When fighting in the Earth Cave, he could unleash the move multiple times. Opponents of the same rank would definitely be no match for him, and even those of higher ranks would struggle against the power of the third strike.

This technique was practically tailor-made for him. When facing a Fourth Grade enemy, he could unleash thirty-plus strikes; the enemy would probably be numb from the sheer onslaught.

Once he mastered the Blood Battle Mad Blade, he would be a genius capable of cross-rank combat, rather than just a mere blood energy martial artist.

With that, Lu Hao's motivation soared.

Listening to his father's instructions, his father explained in great detail, demonstrating step-by-step while incorporating techniques for controlling and exploding blood energy.

Lu Hao mimicked his father's movements, breaking them down and beginning to hack and build momentum, one step at a time.

Following his father's form, he circulated his blood energy and gripped the blade with both hands.

With a soft shout, he slashed fiercely at a piece of bluestone in the training room used for practice.

"BOOM..."

The bluestone was shattered into many small pieces under the influence of his blood energy.

Comparing this to the footage in his father's video, where the stone was sliced cleanly in two, it was clear that his father's mastery of blood energy was on a level far beyond his own.

After all, with low mastery, the effect of a strike is that the blood energy scatters, causing the bluestone to crack into multiple pieces; if one's mastery were high enough, even if they couldn't achieve a clean cut like his father, they would at least be able to make a single, precise cut rather than reducing the stone to countless fragments.

Thus, Lu Hao began to practice his strikes incessantly. With Slaughter Points available to restore his blood energy, he did not hold back at all, controlling his strength with every swing and striving to maintain control over his blood energy even as he unleashed it toward the tip of his blade.

...Crack, crack, crack...

On such a quiet night, strike after strike was delivered, with only the scattered bluestone on the ground to bear witness to the young man's sweat.