"You are right, Dragon Intent Grass," Ricky replied, nodding his head. "Not only the three character tests, but also the zones in my body have been telling me about the responsibility.
And now I also understand why the Misty South Palace is and will be the most powerful force in the Misty South.
I assume that the powerful masters from the ancient times, including Paul, all came from the Misty South Palace!"
While he spoke, Ricky came to another realization. It was the epiphany of power. The saber intent in his body started to bloom.
Boom! Boom! Boom! As the blade intent became more apparent, the area around Ricky reacted, turning murderous.
All of the nearby warriors noticed and stared at Ricky cautiously.
"It's the resonance of the blade intent! Does that mean that he has comprehended something during the three tests of character?" a disciple exclaimed, staring at Ricky curiously.
"I think so. I don't know what he comprehended, but his blade intent is gradually improving."
"Wow! He's a talented genius! He comprehended something in such a short time!" As the warriors watched Ricky, many of them become jealous.
"I think I should try and comprehend sixty percent of the blade intent. It looks like I haven't passed the three character tests in vain," Ricky said, smiling out of relief.
Then, he closed his eyes and started to cultivate.
"That looks like sixty percent of the saber intent. He is nothing but a middle spiritual emperor, but he has comprehended sixty percent of the saber intent. One day, Ricky will become a mister. Mark my words." Ricky was so powerful and far ahead of them that the warriors had to hang their heads and sigh.
The once jealous warriors realized that Ricky was not purely lucky when he had obtained Paul's inheritance. He had abilities and strength that came naturally to him.
He had comprehended sixty percent of saber intent, but it still took him six days to improve his Intent Apperception to sixty percent.
After the tests in the Demon Eliminating Pool had ended, the names of Ricky, Mordechai, Claire, and Ella appeared on the Ranking List.
They slowly approached it to see where they had ranked, and they were disappointed that their rankings were too low. There were forty thousand names above theirs.
"How was your performance during the character tests?" Claire asked.
All of them lowered their heads and shook. They had passed the first test. The second test was passed with either two or three points. And none of them had passed the third test. They had either killed the old man or shoved him into the river.
Mordechai was so desperate to challenge the names above him on the Ranking List that he couldn't rest for more than one day.
'Mordechai has to be careful. His Sorcerous Combat Body will attract the attention of the senior members of the Misty South Palace if he keeps this up, ' Ricky thought to himself.
Over the course of a couple of days, Mordechai's ranking had surged upwards by nearly four thousand places.
As a result, his unique body was being discussed thoroughly by the others.
The warriors that came from powerful backgrounds had already guessed that it was the Sorcerous Combat Body, which was one of the strongest bodies in the world.
"Are you sure? There's no way that it's the Sorcerous Combat Body. That one ranks first in the world!" Rumors and questions filled the air.
"I don't know. I thought that the members from the Desolate Sorcery tribe were extinct. No one has seen them in ages."
"Yeah, but his body is not a mutant. He uses too much power to be a mutant. And he also has the sorcerous power. All of it adds up to the Sorcerous Combat Body."
"Yes. And remember, the other blood power that belongs to the Desolate Sorcery tribe is the bone power."
When Ricky was done consolidating sixty percent of the saber intent, he stood on a platform and announced in a booming voice, "I need four times the casting materials. If someone gives them to me, I can cast a demi-sacred weapon, and the quality will be perfect."
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