The Magician of Cultivation

But just as he started to circulate his fighting spirit, he felt a piercing pain in his lower abdomen.

Cai Liangyu's legs went weak and he fell to the ground just like Kuching.

The three of them looked at each other, all feeling helpless and sad.

"It's over," Mr. Li smacked his lips, "We can't defeat this thing at all."

They had been under attack by this golden skeleton for at least ten minutes.

Relying on healing potions, the four people barely repaired their injured bodies and delayed time until this moment.

However, they have been able to hold on until now, but they have reached their limit and the healing potion is completely ineffective.

The ghosts led by Nan Yanwu were also delayed by the other two golden skeletons and were unable to come to the rescue.

Song Chonglou bit his lips and remained silent.

He raised his head and looked at the golden skeleton that was attacking frantically outside the shield. Sweat flowed into his eyes, making his vision begin to blur.

"Still not working?"

Song Chonglou was a little dazed, which was a sign that his physical strength and fighting spirit had been consumed too much.

His mind involuntarily recalled the past.

Song Chonglou was born into a military family, and his father taught him strict cultivation since he was young.

Among many weapons, he only loves the shield.

After becoming a fighter, he chose shield fighting without hesitation.

He is very talented in fighting spirit cultivation and even more gifted in combat skills.

At a young age, he became famous throughout Xueyan City and became the most invincible rising star of the new generation in everyone's eyes.

The people of Xueyan Kingdom compared him with Tan Lang.

Although many people think that he is not as good as Tan Lang, in his heart, Tan Lang is not as good as him.

Tan Lang is brave but not wise, he is just a reckless man.

And in terms of wisdom, emotional intelligence, family background, and talent, in which aspect is he inferior to the other?

But soon, he suffered an unprecedented blow.

After challenging his peers to be invincible, he privately found Tan Lang and challenged him.

Tan Lang looked at him and just shook his head.

He was puzzled, and even arrogantly thought that Tan Lang did not dare to accept his challenge.

In the end, the two of them had a fight.

Maybe they had a fight? Song Chonglou was not confident.

Because from beginning to end, Tan Lang only said one sentence and made one move.

Tan Lang said, "You have no faith in your heart, you are not worthy of my sword."

Tan Lang finally swung out a sword, suppressing his realm to the same level as his, and swung it out casually.

It's as casual as if you are driving away mosquitoes.

He roared and vowed to make Tan Lang pay the price for his arrogance.

But when he really faced the sword, he realized that he was the one who was arrogant all along.

It was an ordinary sword strike, without any fancy at all, but it knocked away all his self-esteem and pride.

The sword came out, and the murderous intent overwhelmed him like a tsunami.

His soul was trembling, and he desperately told himself that he must not give up, and must fight back, even if it meant death.

But the moment the murderous intent came upon him, his mind went blank and he lost all thoughts.

In the end, he didn't dare draw his sword.

He was defeated, completely and without any suspense.

After that battle, he gave up the glory and wealth of Xueyan City and all the honors he had previously possessed.

He joined the Ruby Chamber of Commerce and became an ordinary guard.

He traveled to many places and met many people with the Chamber of Commerce. He tried to find the belief that Tan Lang said belonged to him.

His talent is really high. Even if he doesn't practice much, he still reaches the top martial artist at a young age.

Shield and sword, defense and counterattack.

What is the art of combat?

The art of fighting is to defend when you are at a disadvantage and to counterattack when you seize the opponent's weakness.

He has a shield and a sword, can he defend and counterattack?

There was even more confusion and trance in Song Chonglou's eyes.

What exactly is his belief? Or what does he insist on?

My arms kept shaking, my head was dizzy, and my limbs felt heavy as if they were filled with lead.

He is too tired, should he give up?

Song Chonglou asked himself.

Maybe it's time to give up, it's too powerful.

Just like the waves in a pond, it is unmatched and irresistible.

But why not?

Song Chonglou suddenly raised his head and looked at the golden skull.

"I've loved shields the most since I was a kid."

"I like it. No matter how powerful the enemy is, it can always stand bravely at the forefront."

"I like it, sacrificing my own body to protect the people I want to protect."

“I like its spirit of never giving up and never abandoning.”

Song Chonglou shouted wildly in his heart, his eyes were fiery and bright.

“What are my beliefs?”

"When Tan Lang asked me, I didn't know. Now, I understand."

His body, which had been somewhat shaky, stabilized again.

He raised his head, his eyes fixed on the figure of the golden skeleton.

"Ok?"

Cai Liangyu, Gu Jin and Li Qingfeng immediately noticed something.

They all looked shocked, and there was a mixture of surprise and deep complexity in their eyes when they looked at Song Chonglou.

"Have you made a breakthrough?" Cai Liangyu muttered to himself.

"It should be a breakthrough," Ku Jin nodded with a firm tone.

Mr. Li let out a long sigh and said with some envy, "Alas, I don't know if I will have the chance to make further progress in my lifetime."

After saying this, he shook his head and said, "Oh, it's difficult, too difficult."

From the peak of martial artist to great martial artist, it seems that there is only one step away.

But only those who have been at the peak of martial arts for many years know how difficult this step is.

By taking this step, Song Chonglou truly reached the peak of Xueyan Kingdom's combat power.

His strength will also create a fundamental gap between him and the other three.

Faced with a golden skeleton that had little combat skills and fought only with fifth-level strength and speed, the four of them could only barely protect themselves.

What if you are facing a shield warrior who is famous for his fighting skills?

The answer is obvious.

"My faith is the shield in my hand."

“Don’t shrink from power, don’t run away from danger.”

Song Chonglou looked at the shield in his hand, and the fighting spirit in his body that had dried up began to rejuvenate again.

The cells in the body are constantly breaking and reorganizing, and the level of life is rapidly improving.

He felt his body filled with explosive power.

Every attack of the golden skull made the shield tremble continuously, but what about now?

Song Chonglou stood up, holding the shield steadily in one hand, and easily took every attack from the opponent.

On the shield, the fighting spirit shield that was dim and seemed to be about to go out at any time, once again emitted a bright light.

The red fighting spirit condensed like substance, covering the surface of the shield.

When the golden skeleton attacked again, not only did the shield remain motionless, but the recoil force even caused cracks to appear on the bone hammer.

Song Chonglou fainted with a smile on his lips.