In the depths of the great grassland, a massive figure sped rapidly forward.
Standing over three ters tall, its limbs were covered in scales, its fur was a golden hue, and a cluster of golden flas burned on its forehead.
Just by looking, one could tell that this beast was extraordinary.
"Is this the new Beast King? The sage Roy once ntioned that he faced a silver lion," Ponken Wilson pondered as he observed the charging Golden Lion King.
The Golden Lion King reached Ponken Wilson in an instant, striking a fierce claw.
Ponken Wilson swung his blade, and in that instant, a straight white line subtly burst forth from his blade, flashing to life.
This line was incredibly bright, dazzlingly white.
It was also extrely straight, extending four ters in length.
At close range, it seed as though Ponken Wilson had cleaved a rift in the void itself.
As the Golden Lion King’s giant claw touched this line, the entire paw split open directly down the middle.
The cut was smooth and clean, the texture of the skin clear and natural as if made by nature.
A few seconds later, the Golden Lion King let out an ear-shattering roar.
The slash didn’t give it any ti to react.
Fast, Ponken Wilson’s blade was astonishingly fast.
With a forepaw lost, the Golden Lion King instantly collapsed to the ground, struggling to muster strength.
It could only open its mouth and angrily bite towards Ponken Wilson, its sharp teeth gleaming with a golden sheen, and once it bit a prey, the outco would not be good.
Ponken Wilson glanced at the Niberal Scimitar in his hand and gripped it tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
With a powerful slash, a fifteen-ter-long white line instantly cut across, separating him from the Golden Lion King.
The white line sliced diagonally through the Golden Lion King’s head, cutting through its skull, neck, and body.
Finally, the upper half of the Golden Lion King’s body slowly slid apart from the lower half, falling to the ground.
This slash was incomparably smooth,
Although it held no aesthetic beauty, it was filled with ultimate cutting power.
As a mber of the Wilson family, Ponken Wilson had been exposed to the thod of Cell Energy cultivation since childhood.
However, for the human body, sixteen is when the body’s functions are most stable.
Starting training too early could easily damage the bones and ridians, hampering the martial artist’s foundation building.
Thus, under the elders’ admonitions, Ponken Wilson honed his power control before he turned sixteen.
If a person could throw a punch with the force of ten thousand pounds, without exquisite power control, the penetration on impact would actually be less efficient.
It’s like throwing a punch in a dusty room that causes dust to fly everywhere.
This is because, when you punch, your strength scatters, creating gusts that stir the dust.
If you achieved power control, during the punch, the impact would focus on a single point, dust would remain undisturbed, but power would silently erupt in an instant.
Ponken Wilson practiced his sword skills from an early age, as chopping is the most powerful action among human movents.
A blunt object strike could cause internal injury, but not necessarily a fatality.
Punches and kicks work on the sa principle.
And thrusts from a spear, stabs from a sword, sweeps from a staff, and so on.
For Ponken Wilson, none surpassed the effectiveness of sword chopping.
This is why, in street brawls without firearms, troublemakers resort to machetes.
Because a machete is lethal fast, one chop can severely wound an opponent.
If you carried a sword, even piercing an adversary’s stomach, they could still muster strength to fight several more bouts.
But if you cleaved open their belly with a blade, the outco would be different.
Ponken Wilson practiced his blade techniques for decades, paired with power control.
Today, his single slash had reached a level where nothing could escape it.
Even Ponken Wilson himself didn’t know what level this was.
Because he had no precedent to reference, nor successors to compare against.
Among all the powerful figures and Super Martial Artists he encountered, his blade was supre.
No one could explain why when Ponken Wilson swung his blade, it could create a line that cut through everything in the air.
What exactly this force was, Ponken Wilson himself had to explore and expand.
If one day, he could comprehend this power and pass it down, he would beco the pioneer in this domain.
As the Golden Lion King died, the remaining lions fled swiftly.
Before Ponken Wilson could eradicate them, he was already disoriented, the surroundings suddenly transford, transporting him to the next room.
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[Na: Wang Longhu]
[Strength: 32.62]
[Constitution: 97.72]
[Spirit: 100.00 (Limit)]
[Skills: (Various Martial Arts, omitted) Child’s Skill Lv6 (530/600), Wudang Golden Toad Skill Lv5 (Perfect: Swallow the sun and moon with a single breath of the golden toad in the belly), Marrow Cleansing Scripture Lv3 (101/300)]
[Potential Points: 0]
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Clearing layer by layer, Wang Longhu silently counted the attempts in his mind.
He didn’t know how much ti had passed, but he had gone through 99 layers.
In these layers, so had no rewards, seemingly taken by earlier challengers.
So layers didn’t provide potential points as rewards.
Instead, they offered materials Wang Longhu couldn’t comprehend at all.
The fact that these materials were placed in this tall tower as passing rewards indicated that they were incredibly precious and rare.
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