The phantom could not stop the madman, and they were beaten to death one by one.
Xu Wuzhou continued to climb, walking up step by step.
Level nine hundred and five!
Level nine hundred and twenty!
Level nine hundred and thirty!
Level nine hundred and fifty!
…
Everyone held their breath, and they were only a little bit close to reaching the top. Xu Wuzhou really wanted to break the curse of being unable to climb to the top.
Everyone is counting the steps, step by step.
They were all a little anxious. Xu Wuzhou walked too slowly. He had to pause for a while every step he took.
You just want to say that you understand combat skills, but you can't understand combat skills in such a short period of time. What are you doing here for a while? Are you deliberately making us anxious?
It was while everyone was anxiously counting that Xu Wuzhou climbed all the way up.
"Nine hundred and ninety-six!"
"Nine hundred and ninety-seven!"
"Nine hundred and ninety-eight!"
"There's only one step left, the last step!"
"Xu Wuzhou is really going to climb the altar!"
“What exactly is on the altar?”
Everyone stared intently at Xu Wuzhou, but Xu Wuzhou stood on the 998th floor and waited for him to come down again.
Xu Wuzhou realized the combat skills of the 998th level. He looked upward and saw that there was only one level left. He walked up and reached the top of the altar.
Xu Wuzhou took a deep breath and was about to walk up when he saw the madman walking up to the 999th step.
When everyone saw this scene, their hearts tightened in vain. Could it be that the madman wanted to take action against Xu Wuzhou at this time?
But what was surprising was that the madman stood on the 999th step and suddenly spoke.
Yes, he suddenly spoke.
A thing that has always been considered neither human nor ghost can actually talk now? Is this not a thing? Is it a person? Or a demon?
Everyone couldn't understand and looked at the madman with burning eyes.
What the madman said was not an important word, just the word "please".
The word "please" is very dry, as if the vocal cords are stuck, making it difficult to pronounce the word clearly.
But the word "please" made everyone swallow their saliva. Everyone looked at Xu Wuzhou with burning eyes, feeling unbelievable.
This lunatic who had killed countless people actually asked Xu Wuzhou to please. What was going on?
Xu Wuzhou didn't know what was going on, but he pretended to be indifferent. It seemed that everything was going as he expected.
Xu Wuzhou stepped up the 999 steps. At the top was a set of sword fighting skills. There was nothing strange about this set of fighting skills.
It took him a while, and he soon realized it completely. But at this moment... of the hundreds of thousands of drops of liquid in the black bowl, there were only a few dozen drops left.
After completing the last set of combat skills, Xu Wuzhou stood there waiting for transformation. But to his surprise, after comprehending 999 sets, nothing transformed.
The madman stood on the 999th step, and he and Xu Wuzhou were together.
Xu Wuzhou looked at him, trying to see clearly what he was. But with his long hair disheveled and a weird body, he still couldn't tell if he was a human being.
The madman said nothing and walked forward.
Xu Wuzhou was startled, then thought for a moment and followed.
The altar was very large, with a huge platform on it. Xu Wuzhou saw something in the center, a bronze platform.
The bronze platform was not small, which made Xu Wuzhou's eyes light up, thinking that it was also a liquid.
After walking onto the altar, Xu Wuzhou walked towards the center. At this time, everyone's sight was blocked.
"Brother, what are the combat skills of this altar? Can you explain it?" Xu Wuzhou followed the madman and shouted to the madman in front of him.
Xu Wuzhou just shouted casually, not expecting to get an answer.
But unexpectedly, the madman actually answered. He already used a dry voice, which was not as loud as before, but explained in a casual manner: "The essence of the first saint!"
This sentence made Xu Wuzhou almost fall to the ground?
The Essence of the First Saint? Damn it, don’t disgust me, okay? The First Saint is so awesome, the essence is directly transformed into combat skills? And...it leaves behind the essence of the 999th level.
However, what the madman said made Xu Wuzhou reflect on himself. He felt that he was too dirty.
"Back then, the ancestors studied martial arts for the rise of the human race. They continued to streamline and spend countless efforts to simplify them into these nine hundred and ninety-nine combat skills, in order to make it easier for the young people of the human race to practice!"
"What do you mean?" Xu Wuzhou asked confused.
"Perhaps another explanation is more appropriate. These martial arts are just strokes, horizontal and vertical strokes. They are the most basic elements of combat skills. For example, if a set of powerful combat skills is one word, then these combat skills are just strokes, not to mention all
All combat skills are constructed with these strokes, but these strokes can construct many combat skills.
These strokes are the cornerstones that the sages have repeatedly explored, streamlined, and constantly strived for excellence to become the essence. They are the cornerstones and foundations for various combat techniques!"
Xu Wuzhou was stunned for a moment, and finally understood why he always felt that these combat skills were very basic. In particular, he felt that these combat skills could break down thunder kicks and other combat skills.
"These are just basic combat skills? Then why does each set have the power of third-grade combat skills?" Xu Wuzhou asked curiously.
"Sir, the realm of repetition is regarded as the basis and the unit. It contains the hard work of the ancestors, so it is naturally extraordinary. Even if it is the most ordinary, its power cannot be underestimated." The madman replied.
"Unit?" Xu Wuzhou muttered to himself.
"That's right! This is a set of treasures left to the human race by the ancestors of the ancient saints. Countless combat skills of the human race later have its shadow. There are many terrifying human combat skills in this world, and some even have amazing magical powers. But
, are all composed of strokes. Other combat skills may be a word, a sentence, and more complex ones are an article or even a book. But the foundation of all this is these cornerstones."
"Is that so?" Xu Wuzhou murmured.
"It's just that the human race has grown slowly and has long forgotten these cornerstones and units. In the end, no one took the time to learn these basics," said the madman.
"Are there any benefits to learning?" Xu Wuzhou asked.
"Is it a benefit that the handwriting looks better?" the madman asked.
Xu Wuzhou was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"If you practice your strokes well, your handwriting will naturally be good. If your handwriting is well written, no matter what the content is, an article will at least look neat. A book will also look beautiful." Madman replied Xu Wuzhou.
Xu Wuzhou said thoughtfully: "Does this mean that if you learn these combat skills, you can make them stronger?"
"It can take out the bells and whistles in combat skills and show the true power of combat skills. It is concise and clear!"
This sentence shocked Xu Wuzhou's heart. Although what he said was simple, Xu Wuzhou didn't know the benefits of it.
This is equivalent to cutting off the excess branches and leaves of a tree. Then the tree will grow taller and more beautiful.
The same is true for combat skills. If the unnecessary bells and whistles are eliminated, the power will naturally increase a bit.