Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint

In the schoolyard.

Following Qin Xuan's voluntary leap down from the arena, only Jiang Ning and Yuan Fei remained.

"You're next!" Yuan Fei said with a grin, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Jiang Ning,

looking completely different from before, like a violent ape brimming with ferocity.

When he grinned, his bright red gums were fully exposed.

Meanwhile,

Hong Minghu's gaze slightly sharpened.

"Ape Demon True Body!"

"Ape Demon True Body?" Gongsun Yu from Medicine King Valley's Third Elder was momentarily stunned.

Hong Minghu slightly nodded, "Yes, it's indeed the superior martial arts, the Ape Demon True Body."

"Does this mean that this lad has actually entered the threshold of the Ape Demon True Body?" Gongsun Yu looked towards Yuan Fei on the stage, suddenly filled with immense surprise.

He then sighed slightly, "What a pity! At twenty-seven years of age, he is still at Martial Arts Eighth Grade. Even though he has entered the threshold of the Ape Demon True Body, his martial arts future is limited. It's such a waste of his exceptional comprehension!"

"It is indeed a bit of a pity," Hong Minghu slightly nodded in agreement.

At twenty-seven years old, there are only about seven or eight years left in one's martial arts prime.

Considering Yuan Fei's achievements so far, in the remaining seven or eight years, unless he has an incredible stroke of luck, it's impossible for him to step into the Fifth Grade Internal Strength Realm as he has.

Without reaching the Fifth Grade, with Yuan Fei's age, in seven or eight years, his physical functions will decline, his Qi-Blood will weaken, and his strength will not only cease to advance but will actually regress, making further achievements increasingly difficult.

Thinking of this, Hong Minghu slightly shook his head, then his gaze fell on Jiang Ning standing in the arena.

"It's also unfortunate for this young man, bad luck to come across Yuan Fei who has grasped the superior martial arts at such a critical moment!"

Gongsun Ming immediately said upon hearing this, "Master Hong is right, the young man is indeed unlucky to encounter someone who can wield superior martial arts in such a small place."

...

At the same time.

On the stage.

Ape Demon True Body?

Superior Martial Arts?

Hearing these words, Jiang Ning's heart was also a bit surprised.

"No wonder Qin Xuan lost; his defeat isn't unjust at all!"

"Sword or unarmed combat? I'll let you choose!" Yuan Fei looked towards Jiang Ning, speaking unconcernedly.

At this moment, the only thing in his eyes was the Deputy Commander position, which was as good as his.

Since Qin Xuan had been easily forced down from the stage, it was natural that Jiang Ning would be no exception.

In Yuan Fei's view, with his current strength, it was not just the Martial Arts Eighth Grade to be concerned about.

Even when facing those two at Martial Arts Seventh Grade, he was confident in his ability to defeat them 50% of the time.

The reason he didn't fight those two was simply to be cautious, not because he feared them.

The entry-level mastery of the superior martial arts was the foundation of his confidence.

"Armed combat!" Jiang Ning spoke up directly.

"Admirable courage!" Yuan Fei grinned once again.

At this moment, Jiang Ning addressed the man presiding over the evaluation, "Sir, I need a heavier saber."

"Even heavier?" the presiding man asked.

"Yes, heavier!" Jiang Ning said.

"Alright!" The man nodded.

He went over to the weapons rack beside the stage and selected a thick and heavy broadsword.

The back of the sword had nine holes, each containing a ring.

"Be careful, this saber is quite heavy!" the man said as he grabbed the hilt and tossed it towards Jiang Ning.

The heavy broadsword cut through the air.

Clang clang-

Jiang Ning caught the saber with his right hand, and the rings on the back of the blade immediately collided with each other, producing a series of metallic clashing sounds.

"Excellent saber!" Jiang Ning was instantly delighted.

Once he held the broadsword, he could feel its weight.

It weighed a whole three hundred catties.

For his nearly four thousand catties of force, a three hundred catty broadsword was still somewhat light, but it was indeed not bad.

After all, this was merely a schoolyard, and to find a sword of such weight here was a pleasant surprise for him.

Now with this three hundred catty broadsword in hand, Jiang Ning felt even more assured of defeating Yuan Fei.

In the face of his current strength, a suitable sword could significantly enhance his power.

A fifty catty sword, compared to a three hundred catty one, would exhibit entirely different explosive power when wielded with the same force.

Not to mention, with roughly the same volume but heavier, it naturally suggested that the material of the sword was even more extraordinary.

After witnessing Yuan Fei's fighting style, Jiang Ning knew very well that his battle approach, which emphasized overpowering his opponent rather than winning with technique, demanded a sword that was sufficiently heavy and durable.

If the sword wasn't heavy enough or tough enough, how could it prevail?

If he held a Willow Leaf Blade, even with great strength, it couldn't withstand a sweep from Yuan Fei's sword with the force of a thousand catties — it would instantly snap because in such a scenario, a thin blade like the Willow Leaf would break.

...

Jiang Ning, holding the saber, stepped to the center of the stage, opposite Yuan Fei.

Thud-

Yuan Fei planted his ironwood staff on the stage with a dull sound.

"Come on!" Yuan Fei said.

His eyes were full of bloodshot veins at the moment, his mouth was protruding, and his arms were long and thick, resembling an enraged ape.

Just then,

Jiang Ning stomped on the ground with his right foot, momentarily shifting from stillness to motion, becoming a black shadow charging straight towards Yuan Fei.

At the same time, the Power within Jiang Ning's body began to circulate and accumulate.

As his Power amassed, it seemed like a mountain torrent poised to burst forth.

"Well done!" Yuan Fei's eyes sharpened.

He kicked the staff that was planted on the ground, instantly switching to a two-handed grip and sweeping it towards the onrushing Jiang Ning.

Clang-

In mid-air.

Sword clashed with staff.

Under the burst of Five Layers of Power, compounded by the three hundred catty heavy broadsword.