Modern World's Martial Dao Human Immortal

In Alkaid's spiritual world, the ancient tree tag "Myriad Realms Information Search Engine" had been used for an entire year, and he had already figured out its basic functions.

Each branch's growth to certain milestones represented different concepts.

Take the branch of the "Martial Path" that he was most familiar with, for example.

At 20%, it meant he had firmly established himself in that realm, while 40% indicated a deep understanding of that realm. Reaching 60% meant he had the potential to strive for a higher realm, and at 80%, that possibility was greatly magnified until it was almost a certainty.

The progress from 80% to 100% was essentially a bonus.

What he pursued was to lay a foundation beyond what the realm should have and to unearth powers not of this realm, aiming for goals like defeating stronger opponents or overcoming those of a higher rank.

This time, benefiting from forty billion in transactions through his "Businessman" occupation, the growth progress of the "Martial Path" branch surged directly to 80%, and the myriad mysteries of the Martial Intent surfaced in Alkaid's mind at this moment.

The practice of Divine Intent, its application, defense, skills, experience, tricks...

Each flowed through his mind, one after another.

Moreover, when the progress exceeded 60%, he had already touched on the mysteries above Fifth Rank Divine Intent, and by the time it reached 80%, the transformations available at Sixth Rank Martial Path were thoroughly known to him.

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Alkaid quietly digested the information.

Fourth Rank Martial Path, Blood Replacement and Marrow Cleansing.

Fifth Rank Martial Path, Cultivating Divine Intent.

Sixth Rank Martial Path…

"Flawless True Body."

Alkaid uttered.

Sixth Rank, too, was a realm beyond this world's comprehension.

In this world, there might be hidden Martial Artists with Fifth Rank Divine Intent…

No!

There were definitely such Martial Artists.

In front of the world's current and former supreme powers, Snow Dragon and Red Star, Dayu Country could only barely qualify as a pawn.

Even so, there were still several known Martial Saints in Dayu Country, not to mention those venerable ones who shunned public recognition; it was hard to count them all on one hand.

If Dayu Country was like this, what about Snow Dragon and Red Star?

If these two countries didn't have existences beyond Martial Saints, how could they sit comfortably on the throne of world leadership?

The Martial Saints from the surrounding countries would be the first to overturn the table.

"I wonder what they call the Fifth Rank, but regardless, the Sixth Rank… based on its characteristics, I'll name it the Flawless Realm myself."

Alkaid thought to himself.

Sixth Rank Flawless.

At this Realm, cultivators could reduce their internal energy consumption to an extreme without taking action, ensuring their vitality remained intact and significantly extending their lifespan.

Theoretically, every Flawless Realm Martial Artist could live to the human body's maximum lifespan.

Of course, those who achieve the Flawless Realm tend to be older, and the vitality they lost earlier in their lives already had impacted their lifespan, so this so-called lifespan limit was only theoretical.

But for any Flawless Realm Martial Artist, living past one hundred years of age was no issue.

"The beginning of longevity."

Alkaid sincerely expressed.

Living past a hundred years.

In today's world where technology is so advanced and the average lifespan is less than eighty, for Flawless Realm Martial Artists to live past a hundred years…

That's an extra twenty or so years of life.

If not the beginning of longevity, what could it be?

"Flawless Realm can live past a hundred years, what about Seventh Rank, Eighth Rank, Ninth Rank?"

Alkaid's mind raced, filled with endless motivation.

As long as he continued his cultivation on this path, living a long and prolonged life was not just wishful thinking.

Moreover, the extraordinary aspects of the Flawless Realm weren't simply limited to prolonging life.

In combat, the Flawless Realm could also minimize physical exhaustion by sealing and controlling their own aura.

Ordinary people could run at a fast pace for a maximum of half an hour, but for those in the Flawless Realm, as long as they weren't sprinting at full speed, they could run all day.

In ancient times, Fourth Rank Martial Saints were known as enemies to ten thousand.

This implied that they could move freely even when surrounded by tens of thousands of soldiers.

But Sixth Rank Flawless…

That was truly being an enemy to ten thousand!

Their physical endurance could indeed allow them to fight against tens of thousands and kill an entire army!

"Based on the current progress, killing roughly six Third Rank demons, or two Fourth Rank demons should push the 'Martial Path' progress to the Sixth Rank and result in achieving the Dao Fruit. Additionally, if I could accumulate another ten billion, I could similarly ascend to the Sixth Rank."

Alkaid calculated.

Fourth Rank demons.

Zhao Sheng, the demon leader, was definitely Fourth Rank.

The possibility of Fifth Rank was not likely.

If he truly had the strength of a Fifth Rank, he wouldn't choose to temporarily avoid their sharp edges.

However, although not Fifth Rank, the possibility of him being a high-level Fourth Rank was also significant. Plus, there were definitely other demons around him; if things went smoothly…

"Hmm!?"

Just then, Alkaid suddenly sensed something.

He abruptly looked up, only to see some kind of flickering light on nearby Yunjing Mountain.

It seemed like someone was using equipment to observe his room.

With a single thought, he instantly guessed what it was.

Zhao Sheng!

Zhao Sheng, aware that he had killed the demon carrying the Treasure Bead and, along with Xia Wuyuan and Yue Xingzhou, destroyed the Baisheng chemical plant, had chosen to temporarily retreat but definitely hadn't relaxed his surveillance.

These instruments…

Alkaid immediately got up, took the Chengying Sword, and jumped down from the unsecured balcony on the second floor of the villa, sprinting at full speed towards the watcher's location.

If he could control the watcher and root out Zhao Sheng's gang…

If things went smoothly, today he might achieve the Fifth Rank Dao Fruit.

"Alkaid, young master…"

Lei Yun shouted.

"Guard the villa well."

Alkaid instructed and quickly entered the woodland.

Although he had just recovered his spirit, the advantage of his realm allowed him to vaguely perceive the position of the surveillant.

Under his perception...

The surveillant, realizing he had been exposed, did not flee at full speed but instead remained unhurried!?

Quite bold.

"Shoo!"

Alkaid strode like a meteor, covering over ten meters with each step.

Keep in mind that he had now entered Yunjing Mountain.

To be able to burst out at such a speed in this kind of place...

With this movement technique alone, he would be enough to make any Grandmaster feel inferior.

In less than a minute.

Alkaid stopped.

In front of him, a man in his forties was putting some electronic devices into a very technologically advanced box, and in his hand, there appeared a weapon resembling a baton.

"Su Alkaid."

The man tilted his head and glanced at him.

His tone seemed inquisitive, yet it was filled with certainty.

Alkaid looked at him.

According to the "Perception" secret technique, the person in front of him...

Was surprisingly not a demon.

"Zhao Sheng's man?"

Alkaid asked.

"Heh..."

The man chuckled softly.

The baton in his hand twirled.

"Come, let me see how much you weigh."

He declared.

Without giving Alkaid any chance to respond, the next moment, his figure suddenly moved.

The baton in his hand, like a long spear, suddenly pierced through the air, striking like lightning.

This thrust, a sensation as if piercing through the surrounding air and breaking the air resistance, suddenly erupted, making this thrust change speed mid-air.

To change speed after a move.

This was like a missile suddenly changing its trajectory.

The subtlety demonstrated in that instant could indeed be called a Fatal Kill.

However...

The moment he made his move, Alkaid, through his acute sensory perception of vital energy, had already clearly discerned this change.

He immediately followed with an unhesitant horizontal slash with his sword.

Whether or not it was Zhao Sheng's man, getting him first would naturally allow for a slow interrogation later.

The sword strike that Alkaid launched held no mystique.

It was solely relying on his keen perception of vital energy, the insight into the vigor on the man's body, and the fast, accurate, and steady sword trajectory that ultimately cast a fierce sword light harshly onto his baton.

"Bang!"

In a moment as quick as lightning, the man's baton was directly knocked off course.

But the man's reaction speed was undeniably fast.

The moment his baton was deflected, his figure twisted violently, using the turning motion to dissipate the force of the sword and baton collision, and prepared for the next strike.

With a 360-degree rotation, his other arm struck out like a python emerging from a valley, heading straight for Alkaid's face.

The moment he made his move, his arm seemed to transform into a real giant python, the form shifting, twisting three times, each twist possibly mixing in movements resembling hypnotic gestures to confuse the opponent's judgment.

It was evident that the man was deliberately mimicking and learning the combat skills of demons, which, if used against ordinary Grandmasters, could grant him a substantial advantage.

But to Alkaid...

"All flash, no substance."

He regarded the man's confusing, changing techniques as nothing, stepped forward boldly, his figure charging forward, his left hand fingers tightly joined, transforming the hand into a sword, and stabbed out following closely.

The moment their palm and sword touched, Alkaid's "sword" closely followed the man's arm, driving up along it, and during the collision of arms, he used extremely fierce Clear Energy to utterly dissipate the twisting force on the man's arm, ultimately almost watching as his palm-sword, at the moment it was about to reach the shoulder, transformed the sword back to a palm, then into a grip, heavily gripping at the location of his shoulder blade.

"Not good!"

The man's expression changed.

He twisted at the waist, his bones throughout his body seemed to come to life at that moment, as slippery as an eel.

He appeared to be using this peculiar technique to escape from the tight grip of Alkaid's fingers.

But...

The moment Alkaid's fingers gripped his shoulder blade, the force had already burst through the fingers, and before he had time to slip away, the sound of bone shattering suddenly erupted.

This Grandmaster's shoulder bone was actually pinched apart by Alkaid with merely the power of his five fingers!

The man's face turned painfully pale.

But he managed to pull his shoulder from under Alkaid's hand by relying on astonishing endurance, using the power of twisting at his waist to lower his body and dodge the Chengying Sword's blade slicing horizontally after swiping the baton away.

At the same time, his body rotated 365 degrees again, during which his baton directly intercepted Alkaid's lower body, his right foot, like a dragon's tail sweep, smashed fiercely towards Alkaid's body as it swung.

If Alkaid chose to leap to dodge his baton strike, he would inevitably be kicked and sent flying by the rolling kick.

But Alkaid, as if he had already seen his next move, lifted his right foot and kicked directly at his body as he was lowering his stance.

The man's attempt to whirl his body like a big windmill for a counterattack had not been fully executed before he was kicked in the chest, sent flying.

The next moment, Chengying Sword's blade turned sharply, piercing out like a startled swan, instantly catching up with the man's flying body.

As he desperately tried to balance in mid-air, he also struck out with his baton intending to knock away Chengying Sword's blade.

But the sword was too fast, exceeding the trajectory of the baton's interception, and the man could only watch helplessly as Chengying Sword's blade grew bigger and bigger in his dilating pupils!

"Stop!"

At that moment, a voice suddenly came: "Alkaid! He's one of our own!"