Chapter Thirty-Three: Thundercloud

  Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Man Tian took out the Thunder War Hammer. Looking at the dense and intricate patterns on it, Man Tian revealed a satisfied smile. This was his first piece of Mán equipment, and also the one he was most satisfied with. A fifth-grade Mán equipment could unleash the power contained within its blood patterns, and when the Thunder Hammer was activated, lightning would flash around it, which was exactly the symbol of a fifth-grade Mán equipment.

  Stroking the Thunderclap Warhammer, his fingers felt the intricate patterns drawn by the iron brush, and Mo Tian fell into deep thought! Before truly unlocking the Forging Skeleton, Mo Tian needed a powerful Forging Tool, so as he improved his forging skills, he would perfect the Thunderclap Warhammer, making it the true divine weapon, the Thunderclap Hammer.

  But how to forge the skeleton? Man Tian is still at a loss, after all, the power forgers have disappeared, and most of the forgers are rare to study. Man Gong led Man Tian on the path of forging, but he couldn't lead him on the path of power forging. Without guidance, Man Tian can only explore by himself or rely on the insights left behind by the ancient power forgers!

  "At first, I wasn't eager to step into cultivation? Since I've stepped onto the path of cultivation, then no matter how difficult things get, I'll face them head-on. From now on, nothing in this world can stop my footsteps." Mu Tian said firmly in his heart.

  The road ahead of him is still very long, the vast world, what he sees is only a corner of an iceberg, no matter how big the world is, his heart is as hard as iron, this is enough.

  "The journey is long, some things must be settled!" The fierce eyes of Mantian flashed with a sharp edge, the hatred for Manzhu must be avenged! As for what kind of storm will be stirred up after revenge, Mantian didn't think much about it. Everything will be said after killing the Red Dragon.

  "What's the difference between the Silver Bloodline and the Bronze Bloodline?" Mo Tian's gaze turned to a slightly shorter disciple with a silver-white glow in his bronze-colored eyes, perhaps wanting to know the gap between bloodlines from this person.

  In the following days, Man Tian did not immediately challenge that disciple who might become a Silver Bloodline, but instead chose to observe. After several days, Man Tian gained some understanding of their strength! At once, he no longer hesitated, stood up and walked forward.

  Man Tian stood up, and soon a disciple issued a challenge. The barbarians valued strength the most, and they loved to fight, Man Tian was no exception.

  "Feng Lin, Second-Ranked Cultivator of the Body!" This was how Feng Lin's disciple reported his name.

  "Barbaric Heaven, One Item Refines The Body!" Barbaric Heaven replied.

  As the barbaric words fell, Feng Lin's body was like a swift and fierce attack, accompanied by his moving body, a strong gust of wind emerged in space, rushing towards him.

  Can this person control the power of the wind? Mo Tian's heart stirred, his entire body's aura bursting forth, without any intention to retreat, fiercely attacking Feng Lin!

  "Bang!!" The two fists collided, and both men retreated simultaneously. This probing attack caused Feng Lin's expression to change slightly. This power was almost comparable to that of a second-grade Tempering Body, and it seemed that this was not the full extent of Mo Tian's strength. This made Feng Lin feel a sense of apprehension towards Mo Tian.

  After the first move's probing, Feng Lin's body moved swiftly, accompanied by his numerous fists rapidly striking out, with each fist's power tearing through the air to produce a massive sonic boom in its wake. Because he couldn't gauge Mo Tian's true strength, for the time being, he didn't dare engage in close combat.

  Barbarian Heaven pursued absolute power, and when Feng Lin launched a surprise attack from the side, he countered with a massive dragon-shaped slash. Feeling the air ripple, Feng Lin was shocked and quickly retreated to dodge, but how could Barbarian Heaven let him have his way? With swift footsteps, the ground cracked and soil splashed everywhere as he activated his Running Origin Force to chase after him.

  Seeing the barbarian's pursuit, Feng Lin didn't know whether he was enraged or had grasped the barbarian's weakness. In the instant that the barbarian charged forward, he grabbed the barbarian's shoulders with both hands and, using the force of the charge, his body suddenly rotated around the barbarian's shoulder as a pivot point, flying to the top of the barbarian's head!

  At this moment, he grasped the left hand of the barbarian's shoulder to support his body, and his right fist fiercely pounded towards the top of the barbarian's head!

  Feeling the crisis, his face was icy cold. His body suddenly tilted, and his feet retreated two steps while tilting. With this force, his right foot fiercely broke through the air towards the wind and forest above.

  "Boom!" Feng Lin's fist struck the shoulder of Man Tian, but Man Tian's foot hit Feng Lin's head and chest. The powerful force sent Feng Lin flying, heavily landing on the ground.

  Stabilizing his body, Mo Tian looked at Feng Lin and did not take advantage of the situation to attack. He had already suffered a severe injury to one leg!

  "I've lost!" Feng Lin stood up with a pale face, his voice hoarse! At this point, the hot blood in his chest was about to burst out of his throat, he could feel the ribs on his chest still trembling from being kicked by Mo Tian!

  Man Tian slightly nodded his head and looked at others, saying: "Who's coming?"

  "I!" A disciple stepped forward, saying in a low voice, while the shorter disciple only looked at Mantian with a surprised gaze, as if Mantian's power had surprised him, but that was all, and it seemed that Mantian's power had not yet reached the point where he would have a desire to fight.

  This battle, still a victory for Man Tian, with Yuan's power, his strength is enough to sweep away the disciples under the third-grade Quenching Body!

  After fighting ten disciples of the Giant Wall, Man Tian returned to the foot of the wall and sat down cross-legged, carefully reliving the previous battle. In the end, Man Tian came to a conclusion that he won because of his strength! Because his strength was greater than theirs, most were injured in one hit, which led to victory!

  "I must master the martial skills and gain experience as soon as possible, otherwise when facing stronger opponents at a higher level, I will be the one who loses!" said Man Tian. Martial skills are not just about making up for the lack of strength, but also the key to victory in battle.

  The barbaric heavenly general went through the battle techniques used by his ten disciples in his mind, then stood up and continued to challenge, he thought that only in actual combat could his cultivation progress faster.

  Because of the previous ten consecutive defeats, many disciples feared and looked at Mo Tian differently, and some even had the idea of fighting against Mo Tian. However, their cultivation was far beyond the third-grade Tempering Body.

  One month later.

  For the past month, Mantian has been spending most of his time in battle, and his formidable strength has left everyone in awe. What's even more astonishing is that Mantian's progress has been incredibly rapid, transforming from someone with limited combat experience to a seasoned veteran, and his cultivation has advanced from the first-grade Tempering Body stage to the second-grade Tempering Body realm.

  A month of baptism, makes the barbaric sky reborn! The yuan force in the body is as thick as a small finger, shuttling through the four limbs and hundred skeletons, nourishing the whole bone frame!

  At this time, looking at the short youth standing in front of him with a cold expression, bursting with bronze and silver-white blood vessels, Mo Tian said in a low voice: "Mo Tian, second-grade Tempering Body!"

  After a month, Man Tian finally issued a challenge to this short young man who was very likely to step into the White Silver Bloodline.

  The young man's eyes gazed at Mantian, although he was shorter than Mantian, but had a sense of looking down on him. He had seen all the battles of Mantian in the past three months and had a certain understanding of his strength. He said calmly: "Lei Yun, fourth-grade Tempering Body. Wait until you reach the fourth-grade Tempering Body, then come and fight me again!"

  Lei Yun was born with an extraordinary bone structure, although he didn't have the White Silver bloodline, his talent was exceptional. With the addition of his Bronze Bloodline advancing to the White Silver Bloodline, his strength surpassed that of others at the same level! At this time, a normal second-grade Tempering Body challenge wasn't even in his sights.

  "Is it?" Meng Tian smiled calmly and suddenly moved his body, quickly closing in.

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