Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Liuyun City.

Viscount Bartley's Mansion.

Sun rises and sets, cold comes and heat goes.

On the training grounds behind the Bartley mansion.

The bluestone slab that once made Raven's legs tremble has now been polished to a shine.

Two years is but a fleeting moment for the ancient continent of Yulan.

But for Raven Bartley, it was a transformative seven hundred days and nights.

Eight-year-old Raven had already grown to Doug's chest height.

It has lost some of the childlike innocence and roundness, and gained more of the sharp lines like a little leopard.

At this moment, he was shirtless, hanging upside down from the trunk of an ironwood tree that required three people to encircle, holding two specially made black stone locks in his hands.

Each black stone lock weighs a full 100 jin (50 kg).

"Nine hundred and ninety-eight..."

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine..."

"one thousand!"

Sweat dripped down and onto the soil below, instantly spreading into a small black dot.

Raven loosened his legs, deftly flipped over in mid-air, and landed steadily.

He didn't catch his breath at all, and his breathing rhythm didn't even falter.

He casually tossed the two stone locks into the air, caught them, and gently put them down.

The movements were fluid and effortless, as if he were holding not a hundred-pound weight, but two light cotton pillows.

"Level 3 Warrior".

Raven clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking with a crisp popping sound.

This is not just an increase in strength.

It is also a qualitative change in the control over the body.

For an ordinary person to progress from a beginner to a level three warrior...

Even with the support of a battle qi manual, those with decent talent still need at least five years to hone their skills.

And he did it in just two years.

Moreover, this was done without cultivating any battle qi manuals, relying purely on physical training!

"That speed!"

"That's actually a bit scary!"

Raven looked down, his gaze falling on the back of his right hand.

There, what was once just a blurry dark red birthmark has now taken on a somewhat menacing shape.

The lines are more intricate, and the colors are deeper.

It vaguely resembles a gaping maw, greedily trying to devour everything in the world.

Whenever Raven trains to exhaustion or eats a large amount of high-energy food, the birthmark becomes scalding hot.

It's like a tireless converter.

All the energy he ingested was purified, compressed, and then forcibly injected into his limbs and bones.

This also resulted in Raven having an astonishingly large appetite.

A single meal can consist of a whole roasted lamb, plus a dozen or so white bread rolls.

If the Bartley family hadn't been relatively well-off, they probably would have been bankrupted by this good-for-nothing.

"call--"

Raven let out a long breath and grabbed a towel from the shelf next to him to wipe his face haphazardly.

Although I don't know what this thing is all about.

But as long as I can become stronger, what does it matter if it's a contract with a demon?

In this world where the strong rule, weakness is the original sin.

"That is..."

Raven's eyes narrowed.

The corner of the corridor not far away.

A burly figure stood silently.

It was his father, Doug.

That usually serious and rigid face now wore an extremely complex expression.

There was relief, shock, and even...

There's also a slight sense of confusion and doubt about life.

Doug was indeed a little confused.

He's a level nine warrior, what kind of geniuses hasn't he seen?

Back in the military, he was known as the "Tiger of Magnolias" and had seen quite a few extraordinary individuals.

But this kid...

That's really outrageous.

Doug's original plan was to have Raven build a solid physical foundation before he turned ten, and it would be a blessing if he could reach the level of a level two warrior.

after all.

As a warrior trains, the training becomes increasingly difficult.

The more solid the foundation in the early stages, the stronger the explosive power will be later.

But who could have imagined it?

It's only been two years!

An eight-year-old level three soldier!

And it's pure physical strength!

If word got out, even the old monsters from the major academies of the Yulan Empire would probably be scrambling to take him as a disciple.

Doug took a deep breath.

He tried to suppress the turmoil in his heart and walked over with a stern face.

"Father."

Raven bowed respectfully.

Doug waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over Raven like two knives.

"good."

I've been holding it in for ages.

This level nine expert could only squeeze out these two dry words.

He didn't want to praise the kid too much, afraid that the boy would get arrogant.

But there's really nothing wrong with it.

His lower body was as stable as a mountain, his breathing was long and powerful, his muscle lines were smooth and not stiff, and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk.

This doesn't look like an eight-year-old child at all; it's clearly a battle-hardened elite scout!

"No need to practice today."

Doug suddenly spoke.

Why?

Raven was taken aback.

He hasn't practiced enough yet.

The thrill of every muscle being torn apart and reassembled is simply addictive.

"Too much of a good thing is bad."

"The body is like a bow; if it's always taut, it will break sooner or later."

Doug stood with his hands behind his back, trying to keep his tone calm.

"and……"

"Since your physical strength has already met the requirements, let's not waste any more time."

Doug paused.

He pulled a yellowed leather book from his pocket and tossed it to Raven.

Raven took the booklet.

It feels slightly heavy in the hand, carrying a sense of the vicissitudes of time.

The cover has no text, only a picture of an ancient-looking battle axe, with traces of dried dark red still visible on the blade.

Those are bloodstains.

Even across the vast expanse of time, one can still feel a chilling aura emanating from it.

"This is……"

Raven's heart skipped a beat.

"The Mad Lion's Battle Aura!"

"This is a secret technique passed down through my Barrett family for centuries!"

"While it may not be considered top-tier, it is certainly among the best in the fire-type battle qi manuals."

"Only by cultivating battle qi can one truly be called a warrior."

"Having brute strength alone is nothing more than being a giant punching bag in front of a true master."

Doug said calmly.

Fighting spirit!

Raven gripped the animal-hide book tightly in his hand, his fingertips turning slightly white from the force.

The day has finally come!

In the world of Panlong.

No matter how strong your physical body is!

Without the support of battle qi, there is ultimately a limit!

Only battle qi can be the key to the holy realm, or even the god level!

"Open it and take a look."

Doug gestured.

Raven eagerly turned to the first page.

What comes into view are complex diagrams of the human body's meridians.

The path for circulating internal energy and the acupoints that need to be opened are marked on it.

Every line of annotation is a gem of wisdom, clearly the culmination of the hard work of our ancestors.

"remember!"

"In cultivating battle qi, the most taboo thing is to be greedy for quick results and act rashly!"

"The most dangerous step is guiding the Qi into the body!"

"A slight mistake could result in minor damage to the meridians, or even death from the body exploding!"

"Although you have a strong physical body, you are still young, and your meridians are not yet fully developed!"

"I will protect you from the sidelines."

Whether you can sense the fire element and draw its energy into your body depends on your own fate!

Doug's voice turned stern.

The Battle Qi Manual also has different levels.

The most common martial arts manual in the military is the martial arts without any attributes.

However, this kind of fighting spirit doesn't have much power.

Even if one cultivates it to its peak, one will at most be a level seven or eight warrior.

Only a battle qi manual containing various elemental attributes can allow one to cultivate to the Saint Realm!

And in the magic test two years ago.

Raven has been found to have two moderate talents: water and fire!

The fire-attribute "Mad Lion Battle Aura" is naturally the most suitable battle aura manual for Raven!