The Spiral Force

"Again!"

Xia Ping charged forward and clashed with the Saint Phantom, feeling the force of its attacks.

He felt that fighting the Saint Phantom benefited him immensely. It was practically a great teacher, helping him identify and correct his weaknesses. As the battle went on, the flaws in his techniques grew fewer and fewer, and he began to master them completely, with a touch of perfection.

Although the system's instant mastery had allowed him to learn quickly, that alone wasn't enough for his body to truly master these martial arts, to engrave their memories into his blood and every cell.

In the end, the most important things were his own efforts, experience, and battles!

The Saint Phantom had given him tremendous help. The pressure of an extreme battle between life and death made Xia Ping's martial arts experience evolve at lightning speed.

He was gradually beginning to take shape as a martial arts grandmaster.

After all, this kind of opportunity was incredibly rare. To be able to fight a Saint was an unimaginable stroke of fortune, even if it was only a phantom.

Even a King would probably find it very difficult to get such an opportunity. It was the sort of thing one could only hope to encounter by chance.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Saint Phantom's fists crashed down one after another, churning the blood and qi in Xia Ping's body and leaving him numb all over. He felt utterly powerless, as if countless ants were gnawing at him.

"Golden Crow Eye!"

With this realization, Xia Ping wasn't just fighting the Saint Phantom. He was also observing its every move, trying to grasp its martial techniques.

For an ordinary person, learning an opponent's martial arts techniques in the middle of a fight would be impossible.

But Xia Ping was