In the years that followed, Qin Ming's avatar in the Jin World faced repeated "baptisms" from hundreds of Law Master of the Heye Tribe.
If these people were placed in the Primal Universe, each of them would be the most powerful being among the most elite races, a hegemon-like figure in the universe.
Any one of them could command the submission of a powerful force and the worship of millions of people.
At this moment, hundreds of such beings are there just to provide training for a single World Lord.
Even though they suppressed their strength to the same level as Qin Ming, in battle, it was still like an adult toying with a child.
Their judgment is incredibly sharp.
The moment Qin Ming made his move, they could see through his intentions. The moment the sword touched the ground, they already knew where it would strike.
The moment Qin Ming changed his move, they had already sealed off all possible variations. What Qin Ming thought was a brilliant killing move was full of flaws in their eyes, laughably naive.
fail.
fail.
It was another failure.
Qin Ming fought relentlessly, and suffered defeat after defeat.
Day 1, 30 matches, all losses.
In the first year, there were 10,950 matches, and all of them were lost.
Fortunately, their purpose wasn't to defeat Qin Ming, but rather to give him practice moves.
Each battle lasts at least a hundred moves. In a real life-or-death struggle, Qin Ming would probably be killed in one move, without even a chance to react.
But here, within a hundred moves, they patiently guided him, deliberately holding back, allowing Qin Ming to experience the attacks of Law Master in each clash.
Sometimes, a Law Master would fight him for three consecutive days, repeatedly attacking with the same move, allowing him to feel, dissect, and comprehend the essence of that move from different angles.
Sometimes, the other Law Master would deliberately slow down the pace, breaking down a single move into ten steps, allowing Qin Ming to see the details of each change.
Sometimes, they would deliberately leave a flaw, letting Qin Ming seize it, and then, the moment he did, they would tell him in another way: that flaw was a trap.
Such days passed, one after another, month after month, year after year.
In the blink of an eye, two hundred years have passed.
On this day, in the void of the secret realm, Qin Ming sat cross-legged.
If anyone could see into his eyes, they would surely discover a hint of indescribable vicissitude hidden within them.
At this moment, Qin Ming really wanted to say, "Do you know how I've survived these past two hundred years?"
I fight thirty battles a day. If I didn't need to set aside some time for reflection and contemplation, I probably would fight more than thirty battles a day.
Qin Ming fought continuously for two hundred years, engaging in a total of 2.19 million battles.
He also failed 2.19 million times.
Not a single victory.
Not a single one.
Two hundred years, seventy-three thousand days and nights, he tasted two million one hundred and ninety thousand failures.
What kind of experience is this?
It's the frustration of having every move easily neutralized.
It is the despair of every time you think you've found a weakness only to be countered.
It's the helplessness of giving it your all every time, only to find yourself unable to even touch the hem of the other person's clothes.
It is also the perseverance to grit your teeth and stand up again after countless times of doubting, questioning, and denying yourself.
It is the stubbornness of taking a deep breath and continuing to step into the battlefield after countless times of wanting to give up, admit defeat, and say "I can't do it anymore".
2.19 million matches. Failure.
Anyone else in that situation would have collapsed long ago.
But Qin Ming did not.
Because with each failure, he saw his own progress.
From initial ignorance to later vague awareness, clear perception, and complete understanding.
From initially being able to only passively take hits, to later occasionally being able to launch a counterattack and force the opponent to take the situation seriously.
Two hundred years, 2.19 million performances.
He measured the path to the Ultimate Secret Technique through each failure.
Fortunately, the results were remarkable.
Qin Ming stood up, raised his head, and looked into the depths of the void. There, hundreds of Law Master were quietly watching him, their eyes filled with admiration, satisfaction, and a hint of undisguised amazement.
For two hundred years, they have watched this young man go from being utterly disheveled at the beginning, to handling things with composure later, and now, to beginning to show his talent.
"Little Qin Ming." A deep voice rang out.
In the void, a burly man looked at Qin Ming.
He was tall and strong, with a resolute face and deep, unfathomable eyes that seemed to see through everything.
This person is named "Yuan," and is one of the most senior Law Master of the Heye Tribe, with unfathomable strength.
Qin Ming had heard rumors about him, saying that he was one of the few beings in the entire tribe who could defeat True God while being Law Master.
Qin Ming understood perfectly what it meant that the Universe Master had defeated the True God.
Over the past two hundred years, Yuan has fought Qin Ming the most and is most aware of Qin Ming's progress.
"Uncle Yuan," Qin Ming said, bowing with clasped hands in a calm tone.
"Without the guidance and support of you uncles, I would never have gotten this far."
Yuan waved his hand, his gaze falling on him as he looked him up and down, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
"Your secret technique is basically complete," he said slowly, a hint of emotion in his voice.
"While not considered strong among the Law Master, he has at least reached the middle level." ( Jin World Perspective)
Qin Ming nodded.
Of course he knew.
More than two million defeats allowed him to reach a new level in the application of the Space-Time Law.
Those changes that were once incomprehensible are now clearly understood.
He created four ultimate moves, each of which is at the ultimate level, or even surpasses the ultimate level.
"Let's fight the fire," Yuan suddenly said, turning his gaze to a red-haired youth in the distance.
The young man sat cross-legged in the void, flames faintly swirling around him. Sensing Yuan's gaze, he opened his eyes, which seemed to burn with two raging flames.
"Huo is the youngest among us, and also the weakest in the study of arcane arts," Yuan said slowly.
Let this battle witness your growth.
Qin Ming remained silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Fire, come over here and fight Qin Ming again," Yuan Yang said.
"No need for practice moves, just give it your all."
"Yes, Brother Yuan!"
Huo stood up and stepped into the void, his red hair fluttering in the air like burning flames. His gaze fell on Qin Ming, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.
He had great respect for Yuan.
Because Yuan was one of the few beings in the entire tribe who could defeat True God while being Law Master, a height that all of them looked up to.
"Come on, little Qin Ming, let me see your strength." Huo grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.
"It's been two hundred years. Except for the first few years, Brother Yuan has been preventing me from fighting you. Today, we finally have a chance."
He stretched his limbs, and his aura slowly rose.
Qin Ming calmly watched the fire!
"Uncle Huo, please enlighten me."
The longsword in his hand appeared out of thin air.
In the void, the two faced each other from afar.
In the distance, hundreds of Law Master watched this scene in silence.
Two hundred years have passed, and today is the first time Qin Ming has fought a battle without needing to be fed sparring moves.