Early the next day, Bexia opened his eyes with a look of surprise and equipped with the posture engraved in his mind from the body movement martial skill "Lotus Steps."
This body movement was extremely profound. Even someone like Bexia, who could quickly understand champion magic, took until dawn to fully digest the information. By now, he had a pretty good understanding of "Lotus Steps."
Bexia thought he was understanding it slowly, at least compared to what he had previously comprehended. But if someone who understood the situation knew about the time he spent, they would definitely criticize him for having a problem with his brain. To comprehend and master a martial skill of saint-level caliber overnight was already unbelievably fast. It would scare people if it were known.
Bexia got up and suddenly swayed. The next moment, he appeared at the doorstep. It was as if he had instantaneously moved there. However, he didn't get the angle right and crashed straight into the door, leaving a human-shaped hole in the sturdy wooden door. This immediately alarmed the people nearby.
"What's wrong, sir?" The people around were all from the Asman delegation, and the captain, puzzled, asked.
"It's fine! I got carried away while practicing!" Bexia waved his hand to dismiss their concerns.
"I'll have someone come to fix the door later!"
"Well, thank you then!" Bexia thanked them and left the place directly. The recent encounter with the Lotus Steps had given him a great shock. It truly lived up to its reputation as a saint-level body movement. It had reached a level of understanding that ordinary people couldn't comprehend, almost like instant teleportation. Of course, that was just a part of its power.
"Lotus Steps" had three levels. The first level was called "Flashing Steps," allowing one to instantly move tens of meters away, making one elusive in battle. Of course, this was because Bexia's own strength wasn't strong enough to fully unleash the true power of this body movement. Otherwise, he could travel hundreds or even thousands of meters in an instant.
The second level wasn't for combat but for traveling. It was called "Lotus Transference," a technique that could summon a pair of "Lotus" flowers. After leaving the mother lotus in one place, one could use the child lotus to transfer to another place. Of course, the teleportation distance still depended on one's own ability. The minimum requirement for using this technique was to reach the level of a sovereign.
As for the third level, it belonged to combat, and its name was the same as the scroll, "Lotus Steps." It reached an extremely powerful level of body movement. Every step taken would create a lotus in the void, and these lotus flowers were not mere decorations. They would explode with immense power. When a person's speed reached a certain level, they could take dozens or hundreds of steps in just one second. The explosion of dozens or hundreds of lotus flowers condensed with the power of heaven and earth was definitely enough to give opponents a hard time.
The most important thing was that Lotus Steps were unpredictable. After all, in battle, opponents couldn't always anticipate your movements, right?
Bexia went straight to the Shen Square. Now that he had learned Lotus Steps, it was time to put it into practice in actual combat. Only in real battles could better martial skills be honed.
Bexia had already won five matches. The outer ring was generally limited to this level of competition, so he followed the suggestion of yesterday's referee and headed toward the center of the square, where there were more and stronger opponents. Not only were the participants on the stage more formidable, but even the spectators below were the same. Because those with stronger abilities naturally associated with people of similar caliber. Did they expect an emperor to communicate with a beggar? Obviously, that was not realistic.
Bexia watched a match, and the strength of the two individuals was only slightly different from Feng Xiaohuang. In fact, even if they really fought, it was uncertain who would win. This shows that the level here is indeed much higher than the outside.
Bexia took the stage for a battle. Here, there are numerous winners everywhere, but it is precisely because of the abundance of experts that the higher one goes, the fewer there are. Some people might even lose several rounds in a row. Here, there is only stronger, there is no strongest.
The opponent in the sixth round was an opponent from the empire. He was a rapidly rising ranger whose speed was so fast that it left only a faint trail. If this had been yesterday, Bexia would probably have a headache, but last night, he learned "Step by Step Lotus" and easily defeated the opponent's confidence in speed, effortlessly winning this match.
The opponent in the seventh round was a master of Anzu, wielding a blue longsword. He gave off a very cool feeling, like a block of ice. His martial skills also revolved around "Frost Slash," a long-range sword qi attack. As long as it hit the target, it could absorb the cold energy onto the target's body. Even if it didn't directly freeze, the cold energy could still invade the body and cause erosion.
This Frost Slash posed a challenge for Bexia because the martial skill was too unpredictable. He used his blade to defend, but the cold energy instantly froze his weapon into ice. Although the cold energy had no effect on him, there were some traces of it lingering around him, causing his speed to decrease and creating other obstacles.
Anzu truly was a place full of hidden talents. Every person should not be underestimated. Many of them possessed extraordinary combat power, especially in such a grand ceremony where this could be considered as Anzu's largest youth competition. Talented individuals were emerging one after another.
Bexia had also set his sights on Bor, the purpose of bringing him here. These battles indeed benefited him greatly, especially since these people were around the same age as him. Fighting on the same level allowed him to let go of many unnecessary mentalities.
In the eighth round, a muscular man arrived, wielding a broad-backed greatsword that was extremely heavy. He had no fancy fighting methods; all he had was tremendous strength. Each strike was accompanied by a powerful sound of breaking wind. He had defeated all his previous opponents with a single strike, and even those with weaker bodies were shaken and spewed blood.
Moreover, the opponent had a special anti-magic physique that could reduce most of the magical power, which was eye-opening for Bexia.
However, Bexia was fortunate enough to use his own physical strength in this contest of stamina. There was no room for frills when it came to pure brute force. It was the most primitive collision of bodies, the most passionate fight for men.
Bexia won this round as well, but the cost was that his weapon was completely destroyed. The impact of such powerful forces was simply beyond what this mid-level magic weapon could withstand. On one hand, it was because its material was not up to par, and on the other hand, it was due to the intensity of the battle.
Looking at his nearly destroyed weapon, Bexia felt that it was necessary to get a better blade. Conveniently, Anzu had a bustling forge workshop nearby!
