On July 18th, at Magic Martial University's Dormitory No. 1, Lu Hao withdrew from the Technique Simulation Space, looking somewhat dazed. Over the past ten days, he had spent ten thousand days inside the Technique Simulation Space—more than twenty-seven years—yet he was only twenty years old. Fortunately, the Seed had helped sort through his thoughts, and his mental power was strong enough. Otherwise, he might have gone insane on the spot. But Lu Hao did not care about that. What he cared about was the ultimate technique he had deduced for himself. He simulated and tested a thousand possibilities every day. Over ten thousand days, Lu Hao had tested ten million possibilities before finally deriving an ultimate technique that belonged to him alone: the God-Slaying Art.
Why not call it the Emperor-Slaying Art? Lu Hao felt that he would have other enemies in the future, and besides, what the hell were emperors? The ones he wanted to kill were supreme gods—the gods in his heart. Through Lu Hao's deductions, the God-Slaying Art could grant him a 7% increase. That was already comparable to the result Zhang Tao had spent years deriving, while Lu Hao had achieved it in merely ten days. Time truly was a terrifying thing. As for why he had not reached the ultimate 20%, it was not that Lu Hao did not want to. His current mental power could no longer support further deductions. If he continued, even with the Seed sorting through his mind, he would likely go insane. So Lu Hao hurriedly withdrew. After all, his twenty years of experience were utterly insignificant before the impact of nearly thirty years of simulations.
Lu Hao glanced at his status panel:
[Extreme Burst: 8.16 million calories]
After stacking his control over strength, divine artifact, and