"Berserker?" Xue An couldn’t help saying.
"Mm, you could put it that way! So although you’re temporarily suppressing them with that tenacious Heart Realm of yours, once enough time passes, these heroic spirits sealed in your body will definitely cause trouble!"
At this point Xue An finally understood why the Xing Tian clan had been given the title of War God in ancient legends.
Because this love of battle had already been carved deep into their very bones.
Xue An’s expression also unconsciously grew serious. "Then what should I do?"
"I told you, this is the price you have to pay, but at the same time it’s also your opportunity. Do you know why I reside upon this White Bone Throne?"
Xue An’s heart stirred.
"That’s right, because I, and this White Bone Throne under my feet, are actually the strongest weapon for suppressing and commanding them!"
Hearing this, Xue An finally understood everything.
Xing Tian continued, "Before, I engraved the heroic spirits of these old comrades of mine into your body just to see whether you could withstand all this. In the end, you did. So next, I’ll transfer all authority over them to you!"
Xue An was shaken. "What about you?"
"Me?" Xing Tian smiled. "Don’t worry. As a War God, I’ll only die on the battlefield, I’ll never end my own life. But as things stand, if I want to leave this place, I can only rely on you. So from here on, I’ll also become your vassal!"
Xue An’s mouth parted slightly. "Vassal?"
"The term isn’t perfectly accurate, but there’s no better one. All you need to know is that from now on I’ll also become part of the tattoo on your back. That’s enough!"
"But before doing all this, I at least have to teach you everything I can, because your current strength is far too weak!"
Only now did Xue An fully understand Xing Tian’s overall plan.
"Uh... this..."
Before he finished speaking, Xing Tian had already smashed a fist toward Xue An. "Then let’s start with fist techniques!"
Xue An was already somewhat used to Xing Tian’s way of doing things, so he wasn’t too flustered. He turned his body to dodge the punch, and then the two started brawling.
A short while later, Xue An was blasted to the ground by Xing Tian’s punch.
"Is that all you’ve got? Get up and fight again!"
Xue An said nothing. He rolled to his feet and once more clashed with Xing Tian.
What followed was a long and monotonous fight.
To put it simply, Xue An was knocked down again and again, and then got back up again and again.
Throughout this process, Xing Tian kept mocking him with his words, but Xue An didn’t refute him even once.
Because in this world, strength is everything. Since he couldn’t beat Xing Tian right now, anything he said would be pointless.
So he just gritted his teeth, stood up, and fought again.
No one knew how much time had passed; in any case, Xue An had been knocked down no fewer than several thousand times.
In the end, Xue An could already fight Xing Tian to a draw. Although he would still get knocked down, sometimes he could also knock Xing Tian to the ground.
This rate of growth, though Xing Tian said nothing, secretly left him extremely satisfied.
After all, he himself had cultivated for countless years, and only with the added blessing of the Xing Tian clan’s bloodline had he forged such formidable fist techniques.
How old was Xue An?
Even counting all his years of cultivation, it was barely over three thousand years, and during the bout against him, he had needed only a few thousand rounds to fight him to a draw.
This speed of growth was nothing short of terrifying.
At last, Xing Tian nodded in satisfaction.
"Alright, your unarmed combat skills are barely passable now. But as you are, you’re still just skimming the surface, because you lack the bloodline of the Xing Tian clan, and so you’re missing that fierce battle intent to fight heaven and earth!"
"And that was precisely the root of my invincibility back in the day!"
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