78: Chapter 78 Eight Desolate Level Cultivation Technique?! Modified at will?!

"Let me introduce myself."

Lin Fan stood with his hands behind his back, assuming the posture of a captain. "My name is Lin Fan. I've been in the military for three months, and currently... I suppose my combat power is at the Heavenly Origin Realm."

"Wow—!"

The four of them let out another exclamation, their eyes sparkling even more.

Going from the Marrow Cleansing Realm to the Heavenly Origin Realm in just three months of service?

Is this something a human can do?

This is too monstrous! I'm so impressed!

Second-floor observation room.

"..."

Wu Jianba's smile stiffened on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He watched the harmonious scene below, which looked just like a fan meeting for an idol, and felt a tightness in his chest, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

"This bunch of useless things!!" Wu Jianba stomped his feet in anger. "I told you to give him a show of force! Not to go chasing after an idol!!"

"I'm so pissed off!!"

He had originally wanted to see Lin Fan make a fool of himself, but instead, he saw Lin Fan pull off a huge flex.

This feeling was even worse than losing a thousand high-grade yuan stones!

With a dark face, Wu Jianba pushed the door open and walked out, too lazy to even say goodbye, fearing that one more glance would give him a heart attack from anger.

Downstairs.

Lin Fan keenly sensed the resentment from the second floor vanish and smiled.

"Trying to fight with me? Old One-Eye, you're still a bit too green."

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at the four team members in front of him.

Although the four of them looked like die-hard fans right now, Lin Fan could feel the powerful energy contained within their bodies.

Wu Cang's blood energy was like fire, Li Lingyun's spear intent was restrained, Master's lightning was violent, and Mu Xiaoqian's strength was astonishing.

They were indeed good seeds. But... it still wasn't enough.

To crush all opponents in the Hundred Schools Tournament and win the championship, relying on just this bit of strength wasn't stable enough.

"Since I am the captain, I must be responsible for your lives."

Lin Fan stood in the center of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the four people in front of him, and revealed a kind smile. "For the next half month, I will conduct hellish special training targeting each of your weaknesses. Anyone who can't handle it can quit now."

"We will never quit!"

The four of them spoke in unison, their eyes burning with intense fighting spirit. Obviously, to be able to receive personal guidance from the "God-Slaying Youth," this was an opportunity that countless people prayed for but could never attain.

"Very good."

Lin Fan nodded, his gaze landing first on Wu Cang. "Wu Cang, step forward!"

"Here!"

Carrying that door-sized ghost-head broadsword, Wu Cang strode forward, his muscles tensed and his momentum like a rainbow. "Brother Fan, please enlighten me!"

"Your blade technique is fierce enough, and your strength is great enough, but..." Lin Fan found a piece of chalk from somewhere and drew a circle with a diameter of one meter at his feet. "It's too crude."

Lin Fan stood inside the circle with his hands in his pockets and said indifferently, "Use your strongest move to attack me. As long as you can force me to step out of this circle, you win."

"What?!" Wu Cang widened his bull-like eyes, feeling insulted. "Brother Fan, although you are very strong, my ghost-head broadsword weighs eight hundred catties! And I am in the mid-stage of the Heavenly Origin Realm! Aren't you being too arrogant?"

"Stop talking nonsense, come." Lin Fan hooked his fingers.

"Fine! You said it yourself!"

Wu Cang let out a low roar, his blood energy exploding, and the broadsword in his hand stirred up a gale as he slashed down viciously. "Split the Mountain with Force!!"

This strike was powerful and heavy; it even split the air.

However, Lin Fan just turned slightly.

"Whoosh!" The blade fell, grazing the tip of Lin Fan's nose, and slammed into the ground, sparking a shower of sparks.

"Too slow."

Lin Fan's footsteps shifted lightly, and he moved like a ghost through the blade light. No matter how Wu Cang swung his broadsword—sweeping, chopping vertically, or slashing diagonally—Lin Fan was always able to dodge by a hair's breadth, never even taking his hands out of his pockets.

That one-meter circle became a forbidden zone that Wu Cang could not cross.

Three minutes later.

"Huff... huff..." Wu Cang was panting, leaning on his broadsword, his face full of existential doubt. "This... how is this possible? Brother Fan, do you not even need to move?"

"Having great strength is a good thing, but strength you can't control is just handing yourself over to the enemy on a platter."

Lin Fan pointed to a large tree nearby. "Go. When you can use this eight-hundred-catty broadsword to precisely slice a falling leaf without damaging the leaf veins, you will have completed your training."

"Slice... slice a leaf?!" Wu Cang looked at the broadsword in his hand and was dumbfounded.

"Next, Li Lingyun." Lin Fan looked at the handsome guy who used a spear.

Li Lingyun stepped forward with his spear. He didn't talk nonsense like Wu Cang; he shook his long spear, and it turned into points of cold starlight.

"Overlord Piercing Cloud Spear!!"

The spear thrust out like a dragon, carrying an unstoppable, domineering momentum.

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't dodge; instead, he activated the [Bright Heart Dharma Eye].

In his field of vision, every one of Li Lingyun's movements was broken down; the flow of yuan energy, the exertion of muscles, and the condensation of spear intent were clearly visible.

"So this is the Overlord spear intent..." As Lin Fan watched, he suddenly fell into deep thought.

【Ding! High-level spear intent fluctuation detected!】

【Dao-Entering level Comprehension Ability triggered! Analyzing...】

【Congratulations to the host! Successfully comprehended—Overlord Spear Intent (Lv1)!】

Boom!! Just as Li Lingyun's long spear was about to pierce Lin Fan, a spear intent even more domineering and terrifying than his own suddenly erupted from Lin Fan's body!

That intent was overwhelming, as if an unrivaled overlord had descended into the mortal world!

"Clang!" The long spear in Li Lingyun's hand was shaken out of his grip by this momentum and flew away. He stumbled back several steps and sat down on the ground, his face full of extreme shock and horror.

"Spear... spear intent?!" Li Lingyun pointed at Lin Fan, trembling. "Brother Fan... you... have you practiced the spear before?"

"No, this is my first time seeing it." Lin Fan scratched his head, looking innocent. "I just watched you perform it once, and it felt pretty interesting, so I learned it on the way. Is this hard?"

"..." The whole place was deathly silent.

Li Lingyun opened his mouth wide, tears almost falling. Hard? His Li family had practiced the spear for generations, and he had even slept with a spear since childhood, training bitterly for a full eighteen years just to barely touch the threshold of spear intent. And you learned it after just one look? You learned it? And you're actually stronger than me?! Is this the gap between a monster and a mortal? I want to go home and find my mom!

"Don't be discouraged." Lin Fan walked over and patted Li Lingyun's shoulder. "Your foundation in spear technique is good; it's just that you are too restricted by the moves. In the future, release your spear intent at me every day, and train under my pressure; you should be able to break through very soon."

Li Lingyun nodded tearfully, his admiration for Lin Fan reaching the heavens.

Next was Master.

"Your ability is lightning; your explosive power is strong, but your endurance is too poor." Lin Fan saw through Master's problem at a glance. "This is because your meridians are not tough enough to withstand the high-intensity current load."

"Then... what should I do?" Master pushed his glasses, looking humble and eager to learn.

"Simple, change your cultivation technique." Lin Fan took out an old, tattered ancient book from his space ring. "This is the Yin-Yang-grade 'Needle-Prick Meridian-Expanding Scripture.' I just improved it for you, integrated lightning-type laws into it, and upgraded it to the Eight Desolations-grade 'Lightning Needle-Prick Meridian-Expanding Scripture.'"

"Take it and practice. The process might be a bit painful—it's probably like being pricked by tens of thousands of electrified needles every day. Just endure it, and it will pass."

Master took the cultivation technique, looking at the dense annotations on it, his hands trembling. Eight Desolations-grade cultivation technique?! Modified on a whim?! Although it sounded very painful, this was a massive opportunity!

Finally, it was Mu Xiaoqian.

"As for you..." Lin Fan looked at this muscular Barbie. "Your innate divine strength has not been fully developed. Go to the gravity room, ten times gravity, and punch. When you can hit the air and create a sonic boom, you can come out."

"Yes! Brother Lin Fan!" Mu Xiaoqian excitedly shouldered her war hammer and ran off. As long as it was her idol's order, even if he asked her to carry a mountain, she would be willing.