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nWith every step, an image would appear in Zhao Luo's mind. Unfortunately, Zhao Luo couldn't even stop these images to pop up in his mind.

nThey were like a stalker creeping on the one being stalked.

n'Aghh.'

nThe images included him and Mite.

nIt was the time when they had fought with their swords.

nMite had two uneven swords in his hands while Zhao Luo held Ifrit and Blackey in his hands like some genius swordsman.

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"He used a silver tier technique too.

"

nZhao Luo mumbled as he reached the second floor.

nWhen Zhao Luo had defeated Mite, Mite was using a silver tier technique but it didn't amount to much.

nEven though it was a perfect technique for a big guy like Mite.

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"I need to decide carefully.

"

nZhao Luo felt the need to heighten his senses so he wouldn't simply fall for the name of a technique by misunderstanding the color (tier) and grade of the technique.

nThis was indeed a bad memory for him.

nHaving a Fight to the death with your current friend was indeed not a good thing to be remembering.

n'Tsk.'

nZhao Luo clicked his tongue and shook his head.

nHe didn't even have much time left.

n'31 minutes and 52 points.'

nZhao Luo knew how much time he had left.

nWhile thinking of his remaining time and points, Zhao Luo went towards the first shelf of the second floor.

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"Let's see what we have here.

"

nZhao Luo stopped at the shelf and his eyes went over the books and the scrolls like he was scanning them some invisible rays coming out of his eyes.

nMany bronze books and bronze scrolls, ranging from grade D to A were present on the shelf but the A Grade Bronze technique was in abundance.

nWhile Zhao Luo could also see silver techniques but their grades were C and D.

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"They are all foot technique.

"

nZhao Luo realized that the structural setting of the shelves was the same as it was on the first floor.

nThe First Shelf - Foot Technique Shelf

nZhao Luo already had a great foot technique so he just went over the names and didn't waste any point on any foot technique.

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"The names are again like a big...

"

nZhao Luo couldn't just complete his sentence cause it would be like he was accusing the founder of this technique to be con artists.

n'..Bait.'

nZhao Luo thought with a grin.

nHis gaze went over some books and scrolls that could be said to be some unparallel foot technique just by their name.

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"Tiger's Walk, (C)

"

nThe first that came grabbed Zhao Luo's attention would be a book that was a Grade-C silver technique with a very dominating name.

n'Hmm.'

nHardly controlling his urge to take this book, Zhao Luo pulled his gaze back and looked ahead.

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"Speed of the Deity, (A)

"

n'What?'

nZhao Luo was stunned. After reading this name from a book that had a bronze cover showing that it was even lower than the 'Tiger walk', Zhao Luo certainly felt lost.

nBut the next books had even more baiting names.

nEven though he already had a foot technique, 'First Walk', Zhao Luo still wanted to get these techniques too but he knew he couldn't.

nTwo silver techniques that were the next techniques to catch his attention were.

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"Vanished Foot, (D)

"

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"Dream Run, (C)

"

n'Sigh.'

nZhao Luo felt awful.

n'Am I a beggar?'

nZhao Luo compared himself to a beggar as whenever he would bring his hand close to these books, his remaining points would pop up in his mind.

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"I thought 75 points were a lot. Shit.

"

nZhao Luo cursed his points but unfortunately, his points would never know.

nThere was no rule that a person could only learn one technique of a certain category thus it was hard for Zhao Luo to control his desire to read these books.

nHe felt like a lady who was shopping for clothes but forgot her credit card and purse at home.

n'Sigh.'

nWith another sigh which was filled with sadness, Zhao Luo moved to the next shelf.

nAnother shelf with many books and scrolls of fist techniques.

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"I already have a fist technique. Let's just move on.

"

nZhao Luo calmed himself down.

nUnlike 'Half Walk' which was a cheap rip-off of the First Walk that was just the first stage of a technique named, Flash Step, Zhao Luo's Bullet Fist (C) was a complete technique so it was easy for him to keep himself calm.

n

"Tap, Tap

"

nZhao Luo calmly walked around the shelf.

nJust like he had planned to but something appeared in his sight that made him stop in his tracks.

nZhao Luo's mind shook looking at this scene.

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"WTF.

"

nZhao Luo cursed out loud.

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"Fwoo~

"

nHe pulled out the book that had surprised him.

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"Bullet Fist II, (D)

"

nZhao Luo read the name.

nThe name of this technique was the same as the technique that was chilling in his storage space except for the two marks at the end of the technique name but that wasn't the only issue.

nThe grade was less. His bullet fist was a C grade while this one was a D grade fist technique.

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"No, No, No

"

nZhao Luo still couldn't believe it as the grades being different wasn't the only issue here.

nThis

"Bullet Fist II, (D)

" in his hands was a silver colored technique while the one in Zhao Luo's storage, was a bronze technique.

nTo confirm his suspicions Zhao Luo opened the book.

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"It's the same.

"

nZhao Luo read the whole page and it was indeed the same, just that the training part was missing.

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"The main difference is this ending.

"

nZhao Luo said as his gaze moved down and he read the later parts of the technique.

n When your Fist becomes one with the Body, only then will you be able to master this Improved Version Of Bullet Fist

n To Learn: 20 points

/Master the Bullet Fist First

nZhao Luo read the conditions of the 'Bullet Fist II' and fell into a state of confusion.

nHe couldn't decide who he should be blaming right now.

nThe writer of these books who didn't give a single hint that this technique, 'Bullet Fist' was a technique that could be improved further into 'Bullet Fist II' or himself, who prematurely decided on this technique and stored it in his storage.

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"I have only 51 points left.

"

nZhao Luo looked at the book and thought about how many points he would be left with if he got this book.

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"Ah.

"

nZhao Luo felt like screaming as he bit his lip and flipped the page that is using his points on this book.

n'31 points left.'

nZhao Luo thought and looked at the introduction page of this 'Bullet Fist II' in his hand.

n I mastered the art of fists. The road had already ended for me. My fists were perfect. Many swords had fallen before my fists. Many spears had been busted apart by these godly fists. But then I met him. A man who carried a wood stick, who used a wood stick like a part of his body, like a weapon. He didn't differentiate if it was a weapon or his body part, he used his four limbs while his body was the core to leave a mark on my fist and pushing me back

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"Interesting.

"

nZhao Luo could imagine the scenario of the author while reading the description.

nThe start was indeed weird and a sign that the one who wrote this improved version of Bullet Fist had thought that his Bullet Fist was already perfect but after facing a setback he found the weaknesses in his technique.

nZhao Luo could see the image of a sturdy man whose back looked like the peak of a mountain. And another man who had a small stick in his hand and a smile on his face.

nWith such an image Zhao Luo continued reading.

nThe road that had already ended for me opened up once again. I could see a path to perfect my fist technique. I started improving under that man's guidance. I dropped my pride, threw away my stubbornness, and only then was I able to connect all my limbs and the core. That is when I performed the last form of the improved bullet fist. The Bullet Fist of Yin and Yang

nThe page ended here.

nObviously, if Zhao Luo wanted he could turn the page and learn about the technique further but he stopped here.

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"Bullet Fist of Yin and Yang.

"

nZhao Luo repeated the last form of the improved Bullet Fist and stored the book in his storage space.

nZhao Luo started moving once again.

nThis time he never slowed down no matter how heavenly the title of a technique was, Zhao Luo couldn't care anymore.

n'I only have 10 minutes left with 31 points to spare.'

nZhao Luo knew that he could only get one more technique out of so many techniques while he didn't even have that much time left.

n'Hmm.'

nMany silver colored techniques entered his eyes.

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"Matchless Vision, (D)

"

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"Unwavering Body, (C)

"

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"Metallic Defense, (C)

"

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"What the Rock is cooking, (C)

"

nZhao Luo was close to grabbing his hairs and pulling them out as the names were getting more and more absurd as he kept on reading them.

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"What the hell is this even? What the Rock is Cooking? Some kind of wrestling move?

"

nZhao Luo shouted as he had reached the last book on the last shelf without deciding which one to pick.

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