The secret book was very torn, dusty, and some of the pages were curled. It looked like it was old.
On the cover, you can vaguely see a few vague characters: Shattered Cloud Dragon Split.
Chris took out the broken secret book.
Seeing this, Brent persuaded him: "You don't need to think about this book. It is said to have been passed down by our ancestors. Over the past few hundred years, countless talented people in the Jordan family have tried to practice this fighting skill, but without exception, they failed."
It failed, so I just put it on hold."
Chris opened the first page, and instantly, a large amount of information flooded into his mind.
When he came back to his senses, he found that he was in an eternal void, surrounded by stars.
There is a red figure in front, which seems to be made of flames, and the face cannot be seen clearly.
The figure also has a pair of wings and two dragon horns on the top of his head, but is two and a half meters tall and has very well-proportioned muscles.
"Cloud Broken Dragon Break!" A voice full of majesty rang in my ears, and I saw the figure shaking hands into claws, red clouds appeared in front of me, and then split, and black gaps seemed to appear in the space.
He grabbed forward with his five fingers and smashed a meteorite with a diameter of more than fifty meters into countless small pieces.
"What a powerful force!" Chris murmured, his eyes blurred, and he returned to the library, but the method of releasing the Cloud Shattering Dragon's rupture was imprinted in his mind.
According to the information, this fighting skill has three levels in total. The secret book is this fragment, which only records two of them.
Chris has learned the first level, but the second level is too profound and cannot be used by him at present.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you dazed?" Brent put his palm in front of Chris and shook it, wondering.
Chris came to his senses and put away the secret book of "Cloud Shattering Dragon Split".
"I said, do you really want to learn this fighting skill?" Brent said earnestly, "Listen to my advice and give up, you can't learn it."
"What if I have learned the first level?" Chris looked at his brother with stern eyes.
Brent's pupils shrank suddenly. As the heir of the family, his father Yunado told him many secrets.
My father said that this secret book came from the founder of the Qiaodun family. It is an extremely powerful fighting skill with a total of three levels.
But as time goes by, the last layer is accidentally lost. If you have a chance in the future, you must find it back.
But Chris just glanced at it and knew that there were several layers. How is this possible?
"Have you really learned it?" Brent grabbed his brother's arm and said excitedly, "Then you can show me how to use it."
"How to use it here." Chris put down Brent's hand, which hurt him.
"Then let's go to the martial arts arena."
"No, let's talk about it when we have a chance." Chris pinched his brows. Although he quickly mastered that fighting skill, it took a huge toll on his mental power. As a result, he is very tired now and just wants to find a place to rest.
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"Okay." Brent was a little disappointed.
The two brothers left the library. Chris said goodbye to Brent and left the Viscount Mansion.
He needed to see how the Shiloh Knights were recruiting people. If he was left alone for a long time, he would feel a little uneasy.
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"Count me in."
"I want to go to Hope Town too."
Shiloh was extremely busy. The tasks assigned to him by the adults were too challenging. In just one hour, hundreds of people came to sign up.
Of course, a bigger part of the reason is that Chris proposed pulling people's heads to obtain rewards.
After all, twenty copper coins is a big temptation for those free people living at the bottom.
If it weren't for a few literate among the free people, I don't know what kind of chaos it would have become.
Shiloh set up a table in the square and was surrounded by people on three floors inside and three floors outside. He kept shouting: "Don't crowd, line up and come one by one."
But soon, his voice was drowned by the noisy sounds around him.
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Howard Hughes has been very happy recently and walks lightly.
A great happy event happened a few days ago. With the efforts of his family to train him, he was successfully promoted to a third-level knight.
This also means that Howard has the inheritance rights of Viscount and will no longer attract criticism from others.
He, Howard, no longer succumbs to the other two viscount heirs Duwei and Brent. We are all third-order knights, and you and I are equal.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Howard finally convinced his father to build a castle for himself in the mansion.
There were not enough manpower at home, so he had nothing to do and decided to go to the Free People's Square and recruit some people.
Arriving at the square, Howard frowned. The place was so dirty that it stained his newly bought boots.
He saw a group of stupid free people gathered together, making a lot of noise and not knowing what they were doing.
Howard cleared his throat and spread his voice to the entire audience with fighting spirit: "I am in urgent need of a hundred workers now, with a daily salary of forty coppers. Come quickly!"
A nobleman personally came to recruit and offered a high price of forty copper coins. Why don't you humble pariahs come over and kneel down to thank you?
Unexpectedly, those free people just raised their eyelids and glanced at him, then ignored him and continued busy with their own affairs.
Howard couldn't help but feel angry. He felt that his dignity as a noble had been insulted.
And the source of all these evils is the place surrounded by crowds.
"Get out of here!" Howard roared, and the rolling sound waves spread, immediately shaking the free people to their knees and making way for them.
Howard held his head high, strolled up to the table, and asked condescendingly to the frightened knight holding the pen: "What are you doing?"
"We're hiring." Shiloh pointed to the wooden sign next to him, which read: I hope the town is looking for workers, with a daily salary of fifty coppers, including food and accommodation.
Howard was so angry that he slapped the table, which shattered into pieces of wood on the floor. He roared: "Why are you offering such good conditions? You are breaking the market rules!"
Shiloh said impatiently: "How much we are willing to pay is our own business, does it have anything to do with you?"
"Snapped!"
Howard slapped Shiloh on the face, leaving a red slap mark.
"You!" Shiloh was furious. Just as he was about to get up, he was kicked to the ground by Howard.
"Those who don't follow the rules will be punished." Howard said coldly, "Hope Town? It sounds so familiar. Oh, I remembered. It's the territory of that damn guy Chris."
As soon as Shiloh got up, Howard strode over and his huge slap was about to fall again.
At this time, a strong hand grasped Howard's arm tightly.
Chris said in a cold tone: "Did the person who hit me have my consent?"