He is truly the Tai Sui God on earth

Chapter 27: Evil Technique
At night, in the training ground, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The disciples who had been training for a day had already lain down in the wooden house. Exhausted, they almost fell asleep immediately. But before they could sleep for long, a loud noise suddenly came from outside.

"Oh!"

A sound like something heavy hitting wood echoed in the night.

The disciple who was disturbed from sleeping cursed in dissatisfaction, but turned over and continued to sleep.

This is because these disciples all know that the next time this noise is heard, it will definitely be half an hour later.

And the facts were just as they had judged. Sure enough, half an hour later, there was another loud bang.

"Something's wrong..."

Under the moonlight, Du Wuyi, who was leaning on a big axe, finally stopped chopping.

After a whole day of chopping, he optimized his movements again and again, and the consumption of basic attributes and lifespan gradually decreased.

But just when Du Wuyi thought that the axe-chopping of the wooden stake could continue to be optimized like poking the stick, his progress was stuck.

No matter how he optimized his movements, the basic attributes and lifespan consumed would require half an hour of breathing exercises to recover. He had no way of reducing this consumption even a little bit.

"It seems like something went wrong."

Du Wuyi frowned.

It seemed that the movement could no longer be optimized. He had tried several times, but there was still no change. It was as if something crucial was missing, making it difficult for him to make any progress.

It was as if he had reached the end of the chopping.

But Du Wuyi knew very well that this was not the end, or rather, he was still a long way from the end.

During the day, the two senior brothers had demonstrated what the finish line looked like. Whether it was Senior Brother Yin Shuang's ease and carefreeness, or Senior Brother Li Zhiyuan's fierceness and violence, that was what the finish line should look like.

Instead of what he was doing now, he needed three axes just to split an iron birch stake.

This is no different from chopping wood, and it cannot be considered a martial art that can be used in combat.

"What's the problem?"

Du Wu subconsciously looked at the numbers in front of him.

Strength, reaction, endurance, these three basic attributes, even if he is much worse than his two senior brothers, but it should not be like this. As for lifespan, although chopping itself will indeed consume lifespan, that is also because his body is too weak.

So the rest is probably...

"Blood, huh?"

Du Wuyi couldn't help but think of that special entry.

Only those who have practiced martial arts will have the entry of blood and qi, just like Liu Sijiu, his two senior brothers, or Guo Huaigu, Liang Youdao, Wang Sifang, and Lin Huoniu. When they see the entry of blood and qi, Du Wuyi can also see the item of martial arts fragments in the killing rewards.

But if it comes to Zhu Youwen or Mancang, people who have never practiced martial arts, there is no such thing as blood and qi. Even though Mancang is a little giant with terrifyingly high basic attributes, there is still no entry for blood and qi.

"In other words, only the technique can bring about blood and energy."

Thinking of this, Du Wuyi couldn't help but look at the bottom of the row of numbers in front of him.

Fragments of the Red Sand Palm

He had just killed Liu Sijiu and was directly arranged to become an intern. He had no time to study this. Now that it was late at night and everyone was asleep, it was a good time to study this thing.

"But how do I use it?"

Du Wuyi thought about it and simply tried to focus his attention on the item that symbolized the martial arts technique.

Immediately afterwards, a large amount of information flooded into his mind.

That was Liu Sijiu who was fighting with him, waving a pair of iron palms. Just like what he had seen before, the red palms were invincible and could destroy everything in their path.

But this time, Du Wuyi saw something new.

His sight seemed to penetrate Liu Sijiu's arms and into Liu Sijiu's flesh and blood. Within those arms, a crimson aura surged, flowing down along the arms and reaching the pair of red iron palms.

"Is this... blood energy?"

Information surged through his mind, and Du Wuyi received a reminder. Moreover, he received more than just a reminder, but also the method of practicing the Red Sand Palm.

The practice of Red Sand Palm is not complicated. You can use iron sand, ordinary fine sand, or even gravel. You just need to keep hitting with both palms until you feel the blood surge, and that’s the beginning.

"Because the blood from the beating will stain the sand red, it's called Red Sand Palm, right?"

This is what Du Wuyi originally thought.

But soon, he realized that the Red Sand Palm was not as simple as he thought.

Simply because, to practice the Red Sand Palm, one needs more than just the blood shed through hard training.

To practice the Red Sand Palm, you need more blood.

All the Red Sand Palm can do is feel the surge of blood and energy. To truly condense the blood and energy, more steps are needed.

The ideal situation is to take the blood of a strange beast called "Ironback Bear" and use the bear blood to wash your hands, but if there is no bear blood, you can only use human blood to wash your hands.

"I wash my hands with human blood, then continue to suck blood from the bodies of others, thereby refining the blood and energy to enrich my palms, and even feeding back to myself..."

When Du Wuyi understood this information, he was dumbfounded.

Originally, in his impression, the Red Sand Palm was just regarded as a second-rate martial art, but now it seems that this blood-sucking Red Sand Palm is not something that can be simply described as second-rate.
This is clearly an evil technique that relies on killing people to become stronger!
And now, this evil technique has fallen into his hands.

"call……"

Following the traces left by the information in his mind, Du Wuyi took a deep breath.

His palms also grew larger with his breathing, and were clearly showing a deep red color.

Yes, this is the "Red Sand Palm Fragments" that he obtained.

He skipped the initial training process and directly started learning the technique called Red Sand Palm.

"But...it doesn't seem to be of much use."

Du Wuyi shook his head slightly.

Not to mention that he has no intention of killing people to refine blood energy at the moment, just the killing to refine blood energy itself may not be worth more than the reward he will get for killing.

Besides, the disadvantages of the Red Sand Palm are also obvious.

Before, when he faced the Red Sand Palm, he only felt the violent and ferocious oppression of the Red Sand Palm, but now that he actually started to use it, he realized that in order to use the Red Sand Palm, he actually needed to mobilize blood and energy for several breaths.

From this perspective, this Red Sand Palm is indeed a bit inferior.

The Red Sand Palm might be effective against ordinary people, but once it encounters an opponent like Yin Shuang or Li Zhiyuan, the user of the Red Sand Palm won't even have time to breathe before being split in two by the palm.

"But this is still a skill after all."

Even though the practice method is too strange and the technique itself has significant limitations, this is still the first technique Du Wuyi has obtained.

Even though he had already entered the Vajra Sect and had no intention of practicing this, he could still try to refer to the Red Sand Palm as a martial art to try to understand the techniques left by his senior brothers and practice them.

"If the technique of chopping wood with an axe really points to the technique used by those two brothers..."

Recalling how his two senior brothers demonstrated their skills, Du Wuyi gradually found the similarities between them.

Perhaps the training methods and external manifestations have their own peculiarities, but both sets of exercises emphasize the need to kill with one strike.

With the blessing of blood and energy, he can kill with one blow with unmatched ferocity.

"Just... one strike."

Thinking of this, Du Wuyi couldn't help but look at the iron birch stake in front of him.

He swung the axe again.

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