For a third-cycle Martial Arts technique to reach mastery was harder than climbing to the heavens, especially the very first third-cycle Martial Arts technique.
Under normal circumstances, Ye Chen would need at least thirty years to cultivate his first third-cycle Martial Arts technique to mastery. For others in the Garden of the Gods, it might take a hundred or even three hundred years. Yet he had spent a total of just over three months on the fourth floor of the Martial Arts Pagoda. At a hundredfold effect, that amounted to more than three hundred months—just about thirty years.
Of course, this was his first third-cycle Martial Arts technique. Before creating it, he had no experience whatsoever. Now that he had gained experience, creating a second third-cycle Martial Arts technique should be easier. At least he would no longer be like a blind man crossing a river, groping without finding the shore.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
On the tenth floor of the War God Pagoda, Ye Chen finally exchanged moves with the Devil Race Sword King without being instantly killed.
This Devil Race Sword King was terrifyingly powerful. The black greatsword in his hand was like a gigantic cutting machine, capable of slicing through the stars of the universe. With a flash of black light, anything would be severed. Most crucially, his opponent still had his eyes closed, as if he had yet to go all out. Even so, every time Ye Chen blocked, his body shuddered violently and blood sprayed from his mouth.
The ninth move.
Pfft!
Ye Chen was split in two, then shattered into nothingness.
"Impressive!"
Ye Chen praised him without restraint. In terms of pure strength, the Devil Race Sword King was likely already a peak War Emperor, while Ye Chen had entered the ranks of mid-level War