Traits: Nine Sons of the Dragon

The blazing sun hung high in the sky, the weather scorching beyond belief, with even the wind carrying waves of heat.

On Third High School's martial arts field, Su Bo was still instructing his classmates in the stances and fist techniques of the Eight Mountain-Shaking Fists, imparting every trick within without holding anything back.

At the same time as he guided everyone through their fist stances, he had not stopped practicing his own.

Martial Art: [Baxia Coiling Dragon Stance (Mastery 9987/10000) Ten practices a day, complete in thirty years]

In just two short days, his stance progress had surged by another large stretch.

Looking at the figures on the proficiency panel, Su Bo secretly thought, Sure enough, the panel isn't reliable. My talent is still more reliable...

"Thirty years? I won't even need three weeks."

That afternoon, he no longer continued instructing the others in their fist stances.

The tricks he had taught that morning would take his classmates at least two or three days to absorb. If he taught too quickly, they would not be able to take it in with their talent.

He intended to press onward in one burst and push the Baxia Coiling Dragon Stance to completion.

Then he would break through to become a martial artist as quickly as possible and crush that so-called genius martial artist from No. 1 High School.

Su Bo began practicing his fist stance. His dense qi and blood churned like tides, refining his essence and tempering his blood. Countless mysteries of fist stances flooded into him.

As his comprehension of the Baxia Coiling Dragon Stance deepened, boundless surging waves manifested. Bixi, one of the Nine Sons of the Dragon and mighty enough to shake heaven and earth, strode forth, flattening the towering billows beneath its feet.

The entirety of Martial Arts No. 3 High School was shrouded beneath the vast ocean and Bixi.

However, all of this manifested only within the world of divine intent. Only those in the Divine Ability Realm could perceive it.

"A monster... a fucking monster..." Mo Ying muttered by the window.

"The form of divine intent has taken shape. The stance has reached flawless completion, form and spirit as one..." Situ Ting was equally stunned, almost unable to believe what he was seeing.

After his shock passed, Situ Ting abruptly rose to his feet, took one step, and vanished.

He was afraid that once Su Bo's Baxia Coiling Dragon Stance reached completion, water would overflow once the vessel was full. Su Bo might directly draw qi and blood into his body, break through the barrier, become a martial artist, and complete the first refinement of the physical body.

Wouldn't the half-dragon essence blood he had prepared then go to waste?

On the martial arts field.

Su Bo looked at the proficiency panel.

Martial Art: [Baxia Coiling Dragon Stance (Complete)]

Trait: [Nine Sons of the Dragon—Bixi: Dragon blood is nurtured within the bloodline, strengthening the body and fortifying the organs. With a human body, nurture the true dragon's dragon might and seize the souls of others.]

His fist stance had reached completion, and a trait had emerged.

In an instant!

Su Bo, immersed in cultivation, felt as though the qi and blood throughout his body had come alive. Looking inward, he saw his great dragon of qi and blood roar and howl, shaking violently as his blood essence boiled ferociously.

Before his eyes, the crimson dragon of qi and blood became stained with a faint golden radiance.

"Dragon blood?" Su Bo watched as his qi and blood transformed, nurturing a wisp of the true blood of one of the Nine Sons of the Dragon.

The moment the thought arose, the great dragon of qi and blood that bore the true dragon blood suddenly scattered, transforming into countless dragons of qi and blood.

Wildly and tyrannically, they surged into the depths of his flesh, sinews, bones, and internal organs.

His body abruptly resembled an erupting volcano, streams of qi and blood continuously springing into existence from nothing.

Boom!!!

A crushing aura erupted violently from Su Bo's body. Majestic dragon might spread across Third High School's martial arts field in an instant.

Fortunately, Situ Ting appeared at once and waved his hand, sending every student flying out.

The immense power of the Divine Ability Realm silently spread across the martial arts field, firmly suppressing the tyrannical dragon might on Su Bo's body and preventing it from spreading beyond the field.

Passively undergoing the dragon blood's transformation, Su Bo had no idea what was happening outside.

He instinctively...

Crack... Boom~~!!

He lightly threw a punch. The air gave a cracking sound, then exploded outright the next instant, completely jolting Su Bo awake from the realization brought by his breakthrough in fist stances.

So strong!!!

Only one thought remained in his heart: overwhelmingly strong.

Vaguely, he seemed able to sense just how powerful his base punch strength had become. It had probably... at least doubled from before.

"Three thousand kilograms?" Su Bo murmured, somewhat aghast.

The limit for a quasi-martial artist was only fifteen hundred kilograms. Even bringing one's stance to completion merely strengthened one's foundation for breaking through to martial artist.

But driven by the panel, completing a martial art could produce a martial art trait.

The trait of the Nine Sons of the Dragon...

A wisp of true blood from one of the Nine Sons of the Dragon had been nurtured, directly strengthening his flesh, sinews, bones, and internal organs, raising his foundation by another level.

He scarcely dared imagine how far his punch strength would soar after breaking through to martial artist.

After streams of qi and blood transformed his flesh, sinews, bones, and organs, they gathered once more into a dragon of qi and blood that circulated within his body.

The golden threads of true blood from the Nine Sons of the Dragon upon that dragon of qi and blood had grown more numerous as well.

As his body transformed and qi and blood seeped into the flesh throughout his body, he also saw the barrier of flesh that lay between quasi-martial artist and martial artist.

Under the penetration of qi and blood, that checkpoint trembled like a precarious tower, as though it were about to collapse.

A trace of realization welled up in his heart...

It seemed that as long as he wished it, with one slight exertion, he could break through the flesh barrier, step into the Martial Artist Realm, and complete the first refinement of qi and blood.

Without a second thought, Su Bo prepared to break through to martial artist in one burst.

"Stop!"

Just as he was about to draw qi and blood into his body and swallow the Blood-Nourishing Pill, a familiar voice instantly rang within his mind.

In that instant, his dragon-like blood essence froze in place.

Even Su Bo's thoughts and spirit solidified for a moment.

"Su Bo, don't break through to martial artist yet..." Situ Ting stood on the martial arts field. After sending away the students, he made a grasping motion through the air, seized the boy, and carried him away.

Throughout the process, he had not disturbed Su Bo in the slightest.

Seeing that the boy still intended to break through to martial artist in one burst, Situ Ting hurriedly used divine consciousness to transmit his voice and stop him from continuing.

Only after halting his breakthrough and steadying his restless qi and blood did Su Bo realize he was standing at the entrance to the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room.

"Principal?" Su Bo asked, baffled.

"What are you in such a hurry for, kid?" Situ Ting stood at the martial room entrance as well, saying irritably, "You dared break through directly with so many people on the martial arts field?"

"Aren't you afraid your breakthrough might fail?"

"Uh..." Su Bo fell silent for a moment. He truly had not considered that much.

Fail to break through?

With his current foundation, breaking through was as natural as water flowing into a channel.

Unless someone deliberately sabotaged him.

But honestly, there was indeed a group among Third High School's martial arts students who found him rather displeasing. Still, they generally minded their own business.

There did not seem to be any real conflict either. At most, they simply ignored one another.

Surely they would not try something during his breakthrough, would they?

Did they take the principal, dean, and teachers for useless decorations?

"Enough!" Situ Ting did not waste words. He thrust out a palm and pushed open the martial room doors. "Wait. Go inside the martial room and break through in a while."

"Alright." Su Bo had no objections whatsoever.

He had not coveted the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room for just a day or two.

He had taken the principal's card, only to find that he could not even withstand the gravity at the entrance, much less enter the Ten-Thousand-Jun Martial Room to cultivate.

Still, even at the entrance, his cultivation efficiency had been several times greater than before.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to condense that final wisp of quasi-martial artist qi and blood so easily.