Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 162 - 146~147: Master Yanling, Forget Oneself Extreme (Guaranteed Update Seeking Monthly Ticket)_3

Chapter 162: 146~147: Master Yanling, Forget Oneself Extreme (Guaranteed Update Seeking Monthly Ticket)_3

And he had been reborn as the king of cheaters.

Players, to the natives, might all be existence akin to cheaters.

But his existence, one that specifically reaped players, was the king of cheaters.

Bringing Ting Shui with him to the mountain village.

Jiang Dali personally escorted this expert player, who had reached the Bursting Energy Realm, to the Black Prison.

The Black Prison had been rebuilt by now; it had become larger.

It was situated in a remote corner near the cliff of the Mountain Village.

It looked empty yet sturdy.

The floor was covered with cold, black stone slabs.

The skylights of every cell were open, and when the night chill howled in, it was as cold as iron.

The swirling shadows of the trees around gave a spine-chilling feeling in the dead of night.

Such cells were undoubtedly more harsh and torturous than before.

Yet if someone could live, dine, and cultivate martial arts in such torturous places and cells with masters, it would undoubtedly be the ultimate training.

Such training was not only a test of martial skills but also an exercise of the spirit.

Of course, for prisoners who had been locked up inside for a long time.

It was likely to be torture worse than death.

Jiang Dali planned to bring Wu Lie and Wu Changchun here later.

And then make these experts become sparring partners for the mountain bandits and players of the Mountain Village.

"This place is not bad."

The Master of Tyrant Hall, Ting Shui, upon seeing such a Black Prison, revealed a smile on his face instead.

Jiang Dali smiled faintly, "I hope you’re even more satisfied as time goes on."

"Village Chief, please come in!"

The mountain bandit junior guarding the Black Prison immediately opened the door smartly.

One of the more talkative juniors said, "Village Chief, since that Heartbroken Little Knife was locked up here, he eats and drinks as usual every day, other than that he never speaks, only writes and draws on the ground with his feet in the cell every day, as if he’s gone mad."

"Oh?"

Jiang Dali’s eyes flashed as he walked with Ting Shui towards the cell where Heartbroken Little Knife was imprisoned.

Just getting near to the cell, both Jiang Dali and Ting Shui changed their expressions slightly.

They both sensed a faint but persistent Sword Intent.

This Sword Intent felt like a hurt child of passion, who had been viciously cut in the heart, causing an inexplicable feeling of sorrow and heartache.

A faint blade wound, a melancholic Sword Intent.

"Little Knife!"

Ting Shui’s eyes turned dark and pure, entering the Forget Self Realm, emanating a peaceful and special aura, as if communing in thought with this sorrowful Sword Intent.

As if sensing their arrival,

that Sword Intent also started to become thicker and stronger, like the sorrow of autumn wind and winter rain piercing through the heart.

Vroom——

Jiang Dali’s Golden Nine-Ring Blade on his back hummed and trembled.

A majestic and intimidating Saber Qi full of Evil Qi erupted, directly breaking through the grief of the Sword Intent.

Whoosh whoosh——

The ground around them seemed to be cut by invisible Saber Qi, plowing cross-crossing marks.

At the same time, the two men had reached the door of the cell and saw Heartbroken Little Knife, disheveled and dirty-faced, tied to a post inside the cell.

At that moment, his eyes also looked toward them, but they held a bewildered expression.

This bewilderment was also hollow, as if he had forgotten all things.

If there was anything left in his eyes, it was just one implication—a Sword Intent permeated with sorrow.

"Forget myself..."

Jiang Dali’s pupils suddenly contracted.

"Forget myself!"

Ting Shui’s eyes also narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly revealed a slight smile.

Little Knife, truly worthy of being the only person he valued in the entire Tyrant Hall, even compared to Yun Yi and Feng Ying, he was far superior.

It seemed that was indeed the case.

The Forget Self Realm, as the name suggests, requires forgetting all about oneself,

like removing all other thoughts from the mind, immersed in one thing.

Diligent practice only turns a bare hand into a wooden sword.

And entering the Forget Self Realm is like changing that wooden sword into an Iron Sword.

The Forget Self Realm pursues the ultimate, and what Heartbroken Little Knife pursued was the ultimate in the Sword Dao.

Once this realm and state are comprehended and entered, the side effect is that one forgets even themselves, their friends and family, and completely enters the state of "forgetting oneself."

At this moment, Jiang Dali’s heart was amazed and complex, and even felt a little envy.

These top players who had shone brightly in their previous life, although suppressed by him in this one, still possessed strength beyond ordinary players.

The realm of Martial Arts Realm!

This was another unique aspect of the Mixed Martial Arts World, something purely accidental for ordinary players.

Even for Jiang Dali, regardless of his past life or this one, it was hard to even touch the threshold.

And if one did comprehend it, the improvement in combat ability was undeniable.

For instance, mastering the domineering sword techniques like Annihilation, The Fifteenth Sword, Divine Blade Slash, etc., comprehending the No Self or Forget Self Realm undeniably doubles the effort.

And if one were to comprehend the Devilish realm, it would greatly increase the power of such martial arts.

"Although this world is dominated by native NPCs, according to the players, within the player community, there are still exceptionally brilliant individuals.

These realms of martial arts intent, even for pure native NPCs, are very hard to comprehend.

Within the player community, unless one is an idiot utterly obsessed with martial arts like Heartbroken Little Knife, it might be possible to comprehend, but such people are too few."

After a sigh in his heart, Jiang Dali looked towards Heartbroken Little Knife, whose eyes were bewildered yet cold, and then towards Master of Tyrant Hall Ting Shui, held captive in his hand. His eyes started to burn hot, and his smile gradually twisted.

The Martial Arts realms of No Self, Forget Self.

Although he has not yet comprehended them.

The two prisoners he had captured already had.

In the future, learning from them every day, there might be a chance to comprehend such Martial Arts Realms.

"Bring in people, lock him up in the innermost, bind him, pierce through his scapula and hang him up!"

Jiang Dali chuckled and looked at the calm and still Ting Shui, "From my observations, I know that you Abnormal People must have a very secretive way of contacting each other.

You are welcome to contact your other companions to come and meet their deaths.

Or, do as I say, bring me martial arts secret manuals like the Marriage Dress Divine Skill, Life-Taking Thirteen Swords, and perhaps I might let you leave."