[The "Candle God" tells you that the person who requested him to come and kill you is none other than "Great Wood," the ruler of this region, because you killed a highly renowned swordsman in Great Wood's territory.]
You paused for a moment: "I killed that top-tier swordsman, that one who could unleash powerful energy. Do you think you can handle me?"
[The God of Candlelight replied, "Everyone says that with the Great Swordsman's strength, you couldn't possibly be his match, and that you killed him through despicable means... Moreover, the Great Swordsman always held me in high esteem, saying that no matter how strong he was, he was no match for me."]
Yun Shou scratched his head: "You mean, a grandmaster-level expert is born and suddenly sees a five-year-old child. That child has grown a tail because he has reverted to his ancestral ways, which happens to be the same as a certain deity in mythology, and is worshipped as a deity."
"Then this grandmaster can only be respectful to a little kid. He can kneel down whenever the kid tells him to, because no matter how powerful the grandmaster is, he doesn't claim to be a god incarnate. Without a divine position, he is inferior to the kid."
He hadn't personally experienced the simulation, but he felt his guesses were pretty much right.
At most, we can add a few more restrictions.
After hearing the explanation from "Candle God," you cursed him as an idiot, killed him with a single strike, and felt that his blood essence... wasn't as delicious as that of the Formless God.
[It's alright. Your next target is the Great Wood Lord, the ruler of this area spanning hundreds of miles. He must have a large family, a large number of guards, and, as a ruler, a massive army!]
[No, how could you think like that? You're the sixth-generation Elder Yun, a man of justice and kindness! You only kill your enemies!]
[So you don't have to charge straight at the monarch's residence; you can just shout provocatively as you rush in. If the soldiers try to stop you, they'll be your enemies... Hehehe!]
[Time is of the essence. Plenty of supplies await you ahead. Keep shouting your intention to kill the dog-like ruler as you march towards his capital city.]
Along the way, as you shouted that you wanted to kill the monarch, all sorts of rogue warriors and ragtag gods jumped out, but they were mostly third- or second-rate, inferior to great swordsmen, and even less capable than martial arts masters.
[Your title has been updated to "Vampire," a mythical spirit that crawls out of the underworld. You don't care; at least they won't say you eat twenty penises a day anymore.]
[You later learned that the status of the "unorthodox deity" Wuxiang was far higher than you could imagine; its "human incarnation" was equivalent to royalty. In any case, the "Great Wood Lord" was not worthy of having an unorthodox deity in his residence. Wuxiang's appearance near you was merely a coincidence.]
Many people are trying to stop you from attacking the monarch, but just as many are helping you. Some wild warriors banished by the monarch, and some ragtag gods forbidden from worshipping by the monarch, have spontaneously formed a small group centered around you, calling themselves the Blood Demon Hundred Attendants.
You desperately want to convert them into provisions as well, but these fellows are respectful to you and haven't offended you, so you can't find an excuse.
Finally, on the main city wall, the monarch stood at the highest point and told you that he had only just realized you were actually the "God of Weapons" among the lesser deities, and that he had always been a great fan of yours. He begged you not to dwell on past grievances, as a banquet had been prepared in the city, awaiting your presence.
You sneered, slashing your blade towards the sky. The force of the attack flew through the air in the form of a blade, traveling a full thirty meters before carving a half-inch deep, several-foot-long gash into the stone city wall. The monarch was so horrified that he lost control of his bladder.
The next moment, enraged, he scrambled away from the city wall, and at the same time gave an order. The city gates swung open, and a dense crowd of soldiers poured out, numbering at least several hundred.
They were all just a bunch of short people. When you rushed into the crowd, it was like a high school student rushing into a group of elementary school students. In the past, because of your youth, you had always been at a disadvantage in terms of size, but now, on this strange continent, you are undoubtedly a giant.
[Indiscriminate slaughter, sweeping victory!]
In the blink of an eye, you charged into the crowd, unleashing a wave of blood that instantly killed all living beings around you!
[Within a radius of ten feet, blood and flesh flew everywhere, only to be instantly devoured, leaving the blood essence withered and rotten. You rushed into the battlefield like a human-shaped blender, turning the area beneath the city gate into a grinding mill of flesh and blood.]
There's a saying that even the most ordinary martial artist can fight against a thousand soldiers, but this doesn't mean they'll retreat unscathed. It means they'll be injured after killing five hundred, their foundation will be permanently damaged after killing eight hundred, and they'll die from exhaustion after killing a thousand.
Human strength has its limits; the limitations of physical strength and energy make it difficult even for a martial artist as powerful as you to kill four or five thousand people... without the Blood Essence Fusion Technique.
[The Blood Essence Fusion Technique... is a perpetual motion machine!]
[The replenishment of your blood essence gives you inexhaustible stamina, allowing your aptitude and martial arts cultivation to improve rapidly. The only drawback might be mental fatigue after a while, but you just woke up feeling great this morning!]
[Your physical strength is increasing. Although the progress of "Muscles and Bones Resonating" is unrelated to this and requires self-adjustment, you have broken through another threshold in the endless bloody battles against hordes of people!]
[Martial Will Unites—A Bloodbath!]
[You've already solidified your martial will; only your muscles and bones need complete coordination to reach the pinnacle of the Martial Master realm!]
[The blood essence provided by thousands of people, though of lower quality than that of martial artists, is abundant enough to produce equally astonishing effects!]
However, you don't know when it started, but the crowds in front of you became thinner and thinner. They no longer came towards you, but walked away. At some point, you heard a loud bang.
After slaughtering the dozen or so soldiers who hadn't yet managed to escape, you look up to see the city gates closing in the air.
[You have killed countless thousands. The capital city of Great Wood is utterly terrified. Less than two-thirds of your 12,000-strong army remains!]
Behind you, the unsung warriors and ragtag gods who followed you knelt and pledged their allegiance: "Greetings, Your Highness, Great Destroyer Demon God! From this day forward, we are your demon god followers, serving you faithfully and washing the world in blood."
[You, covered in stench, turned and grinned maliciously upon hearing this: "What? You really are a bunch of evil people, actually wanting to massacre the world? As the embodiment of justice, it seems I cannot let you live!"]
Amidst their screams of despair, you have once again improved your aptitude by a small margin. However, as your aptitude increases, the difficulty of further improvement also increases.
[Now, you are still 17 years old, with a foundational increase of 247% and a aptitude bonus of 2.41 times, equivalent to six times that of an average person, nearly three times that of an ordinary "Grandmaster" talent, or more than twice that of a Grandmaster like Zhao Yuan!]
Once your bones and muscles resonate in unison, you will be able to rival ordinary grandmasters at the Martial Master level!
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