Starts With Fusing Devil Crystal

Uncle Lang withdrew the smile on his face and returned to his solemn expression. "The Fighter is divided into eleven stages: Dou Zhe, Dou Shi, Dou Zhe, Yao Zhe and Dou Sheng. Other than Dou Zhe being divided into nine stages, the rest are divided into five stages. An ordinary Fighter may need ten years or even longer to complete the Dou Zhe stage and become a true Fighter. You are also a warrior, and you must become a warrior within a year! "    

    

" During the training process, I will give you other tasks. You must complete them. A Fighter training strength is important, but the heart is more important. "    

    

"Yes!"    

    

In the forest, Reg was waving a huge sword, sweating like rain. This huge sword was hanging on Uncle Lang's back when he found him. In the past year, this huge sword had been hanging in the house, covered in dust. Now, he had finally seen the light of day.    

    

"You started hunting since you were young, so your physical fitness is far stronger than ordinary people. Moreover, your body seems to have been strengthened by something, especially your left arm, which is extremely powerful. So, from now on, you should focus on your left arm."    

    

Uncle Lang stood at the side with a serious expression. He looked at Reg, who was drenched in sweat, and said coldly. He had no intention of letting Reg rest.    

    

"Fighting is not only about the strength of combat power. A strong giant might even be defeated by a nimble shorty. Only by constantly perfecting your Battle Technique skill and adding your combat power. Only then can your combat power be maximized!"    

    

"Your weapon will become a part of your body. It will become as flexible as your arm, and it must reach the heart to the sword."    

    

"Right hand swings the sword and slashes a thousand times, left hand swings the sword and slashes three thousand times, then carry the weight and squat for an hour, and then..."    

    

Uncle Lang's training schedule was tight. Even an iron man would have to get down from exhaustion. One by one, the training curriculum that frightened ordinary cultivators forced Reg's body's potential. It increased his strength bit by bit.    

    

Reg's eyes had already become somewhat blurry due to the beads of sweat dripping down. The giant sword in Reg's hand was continuously chopping, chopping, picking, stabbing and other movements. He slowly felt that it was a little strange.    

    

Most people were left-handed and used to using their right hands. Reg himself was no exception, but when Reg used his left hand to hold the giant sword, but it was as if there wasn't the slightest bit of unfamiliarity or discomfort that should have existed.    

    

It was a very familiar feeling, as if he was born left-handed.    

    

His left hand seemed to be more flexible than his right hand, and this agility seemed to be born naturally!    

    

Holding the huge sword, even Reg could feel the originally lifeless huge sword. It seemed to be alive in his left hand, as if it was breathing. With a heartbeat, Reg could easily swing the huge sword that weighed fifty to sixty jin. He stabbed the fallen leaves in the wind!    

    

It was as if Reg was born with a sword, and was born with a sword in his left hand!    

    

However, this feeling had never existed before, but now it was very real. This feeling was the same as when Reg shattered the sandstone with a single punch. It was the feeling in the deepest part of his brain. It was a strange feeling, but it actually existed.    

    

After Reg told Uncle Lang about his feeling, Uncle Lang was a little surprised. But he nodded with satisfaction. "Good, this is even better. Ordinary people were used to defending against the opponent's right hand attack, and the attack of the left hand made it harder for the opponent to defend against it. A thunderous strike might even kill the opponent who is far stronger than you in one blow. "    

    

"Starting from tomorrow, on the basis of completing your daily training, start cultivating the Battle Qi Spell!"    

    

"Pa." A rather simple book was placed in front of Reg, but it was very strange. The first page of the book did not seem to have been forcefully torn off.    

    

"This Battle Qi Spell was obtained by me after exhausting all my energy and even risking my life. From today onwards, you will start cultivating according to this scene. I can give you some pointers for your initial cultivation..."    

    

Reg curiously looked at the nameless Battle Qi Spell with no origin. He could not help but ask, "What Battle Qi Spell is this?"    

    

Uncle Lang coldly looked at Uncle Lin and said. "I don't know about this either. If you want to add a name, then just call it the Cold Ice Spell. As for its origin, you don't need to know about it. It's not good for you."    

    

"Cold Ice Spell, is it because this Battle Qi Spell has the water attribute?"    

    

Uncle Lang nodded and said, "Yes, Cold Ice Spell. When you have cultivated it to the early stage, your combat power is already very cold. After being hit by combat power, he felt cold all over his body. In the later stage of the practice, the combat power is as cold as the ancient ice. You don't even need to do anything, just the combat power on your body. It could make his opponent's body be covered with a thick layer of ice, and he would die instantly. His body would even be frozen into pieces... "    

    

Reg was shocked by the power of the Cold Ice Spell.    

    

"Uncle Lang, the Fighter is the same as a mage. You need to sense all kinds of elements in the air. Are you sure I can sense them? And they are water elements?"