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Chapter 390: Martial Arts Workshop

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“He was defeated in only one sword attack?”

The bystanders, still expecting a wonderful fight, saw Mo Jianfei’s hands hanging, limp and bleeding.

Mo Jianfei looked up. His eyes were filled with a frightening viciousness.

Jiang Chen moved his lips slightly. His voice was so low that only Mo Jianfei could hear him. “Don’t give me any chance to kill you.”

His look was enough of a reason for Jiang Chen to kill him.

But Jiang Chen sensed there were elders lurking somewhere, waiting to come to his rescue at anytime.

If he killed someone in front of them again, he would be regarded as arrogant. Even if the Hero Palace didn’t punish him, there were potential risks.

Mo Jainfei froze when he had heard Jiang Chen’s voice, then he left gloomily.

“I’m starting the Holy Sword Society. If anyone is interested, they’re welcome to join me.”

Jiang Chen was still in the air. Since everyone was around, he took his chance to announce his news.

“Holy Sword Society?”

People were struck dumb, but they weren’t that surprised. Jiang Chen was already number one on the Fighting Power List. It was natural for him to start an organization.

Undoubtedly, judging from Jiang Chen’s performance, the Holy Sword Society was worth joining.

In addition, a large number of people had quit the Sword Association. They would be more than happy to join the Holy Sword Society.

But to start an organization, Jiang Chen had to apply to the Hero Palace first. Only after the application was approved would he have a place for the Holy Sword Society.

It would take several days. Jiang Chen was only announcing it in advance so that people could be aware of it.

Then Jiang Chen and Ying Wushuang left. The other disciples were still there, thinking about the fight that had just ended.

Back in Jiang Chen’s yard, when no outsiders were present, Ying Wushuang stopped hiding her feelings. She expressed her surprise to him. “Top of the Fighting Power List. That’s striking!”

“There’s a flaw in the Fighting Power List. In a real fight, fighting power doesn’t add up like that,” he replied.

Pride and confidence were necessary when one was before an enemy, but it didn’t mean Jiang Chen wasn’t modest. What Mo Jianfei had said made sense in some ways.

“But you aren’t the only one that has taken advantage of the flaw. It’s the same for others, so it’s what you deserve!” said Ying Wushuang.

“That’s true.” Jiang Chen was surprised. On second thought, he agreed with Ying Wushuang.

“Eh?”

By then, both of their tokens were vibrating gently. They took them out and saw the current situation of the Fighting Power List.

The fighting powers of the former top three were changing.

Jiang Chen quickly fell out of the top three.

He squinted and kept these three names in mind.

Undoubtedly, these people had been on the list for a long time, and their ranks hadn’t changed. They hadn’t bothered to update their ranks, either, but after Jiang Chen had challenged their authorities, they had showed their skills and taken their honor back.

Especially number one, whose fighting power had surged to 160,000, leaving a huge gap between him and the second place.

“Who are these people?”

Jiang Chen was confused. Mo Jianfei’s performance had been second to none in the Hero Palace. But these three were apparently stronger, and he had never even heard of them.

“They’re disciples of inheritance. They usually stay in places of inheritance and scarcely show up at the Hero Palace.”

Ying Wushuang was very serious at the mention of disciples of inheritance, as if they were sacred.

“Disciples of inheritance?”

Not until then did Jiang Chen recall how Nan Gong had mentioned to him that the Hero Palace would like to make him a disciple of inheritance, but it also depended on his performance.

It looked like the gap between him and the third place was only 20,000 in fighting power.

“Are these three the only disciples of inheritance?”

“Of course not. Precisely speaking, they’re the only three disciples of inheritance who still want to stay on the Fighting Power List,” said Ying Wushuang.

“Okay.”

Jiang Chen tumbled to the realization that this number one was probably one of the weakest among the disciples of inheritance.

That being said, that guy’s fighting power was still 50,000 points higher than his.

Jiang Chen was unhappy about this. His eyes shining, he thought to himself, I need to achieve the great integration of martial arts techniques as soon as possible!

Only by combining all kinds of power together could he exert his power to the fullest.

As for his state, he wasn’t worried about it at all.

Both the holy pulse and phoenix blood were helpful to state. He could even buy or refine some class-seven or class-eight panaceas by himself to enhance his state to Cloud Five in a short time.

But what he wanted to do most at that moment was practice his martial arts techniques in sword and knife.

He wanted to combine them together and make the knife and sword inseparable.

However, the key was to combine only the merits and get rid of the shortcomings. Otherwise, the combination would be rather mediocre.

He wanted to make the knife an aid to the sword. By combining the Immortal Doctrine of Sword with the exquisiteness of the Ultimate Knife Method, he would be able to achieve various combinations of the creation of wind and metal.

“Jiang Chen, a penny for your thoughts.” Jiang Chen didn’t recall Ying Wushaung was still standing before him until he heard her unhappy voice. He smiled embarrassedly.

“Don’t get frustrated. They’re that strong only because they’ve been on the list for years. It’s only your first day ranked on the list and you’re already fourth. You’ll catch up with them sooner or later.” Ying Wushuang wasn’t really irritated. She thought Jiang Chen was just upset because of the change in the Fighting Power List.

“I agree.” Jiang Chen shrugged his shoulders and said, “I was just thinking about making the knife and sword inseparable, but you said once that it was unnecessary. Do you still think so?”

“Of course. Wouldn’t it just be the same if you practiced your sword technique to the utmost?” Ying Wushuang said affirmatively.

“Maybe it will become a kind of doctrine of sword if I combine the merits of my knife techniques with the use of my sword, as well. My doctrine of sword could be deemed as a standard over the past centuries,” said Jiang Chen.

Ying Wushuang frowned. She said, “I see.”

“And?”

“I still don’t suggest you waste your energy at such a young age on a puzzle of martial arts techniques that doesn’t have a solution yet.”

Ying Wushuang was sincere. She didn’t want Jiang Chen to make a big mistake. This woman was gentle on the inside.

She was smart, too. She knew Jiang Chen wouldn’t listen to her, so she said, “Why don’t you spend two weeks at the martial arts workshop? Maybe you’ll find your direction there.”

“Martial arts workshop?” Jiang Chen had no idea what kind of place that was.

“It’s a place in the Sacred City dedicated to enhancing martial arts techniques. Its biggest task is to help practitioners achieve being an integral part of nature and master the creation of nature and martial arts techniques.”

“But I’ve already mastered the creation of nature and martial arts techniques,” said Jiang Chen.

Ying Wushuang apparently hadn’t known. She was looking at him as if he was a monster.

“They work on the creation of nature and martial arts techniques, too,” said Ying Wushuang.

“Yeah?”

Jiang Chen was intrigued. He asked for more details and became even more intrigued.

The martial arts workshop interpreted martial arts techniques through the four arts, which were playing the zither, playing go, calligraphy, and painting, similar to the chessboard Jiang Chen had seen at Nan Gong’s place.

He probably would really be able to find the key of the great integration of martial arts techniques there, just as Ying Wushuang had said.

“I only just realized that you’re this warm-hearted,” said Jiang Chen.

Ying Wushuang curled her lips. She managed to keep a straight face, then gave him an angry stare and left.