One day later.
"…These are the things to pay attention to when using Release."
In the training ground, Kure Karura and Wu Fushui were explaining the techniques of Release to Su Ze.
Gene lock?
After listening to the principle, this concept automatically appeared in Su Ze's mind.
Almost instinctively, he raised his palm.
The gene lock on his palm opened naturally, and hundreds or thousands of times the normal strength surged from his flesh and blood. Magic power, blood qi, and other things surged accordingly.
A terrifying aura emanated from his palm, causing the surrounding space to slightly distort!
Wu Fushui's eyes widened, feeling as if Su Ze's palm had turned into a black hole, about to swallow even light.
"Su Ze is amazing!" Kure Karura exclaimed, her eyes filled with joy.
Su Ze had learned the secret technique of the Kure Clan just like that. It was truly wonderful; he was indeed her husband!
If the old antiques of the Kure Clan knew her thoughts, they would probably spit blood from anger.
This was the essence of the Kure Clan for thousands of years!
"Interesting, interesting," Su Ze clicked his tongue in wonder. With a thought, the abnormality on his palm disappeared.
"Willpower, genes, and extraordinary magic power are the 'converters,' and they come with their own conversion formulas."
The destructive power caused by a ton of antimatter and a ton of stone is vastly different. The former can easily destroy a country, while the latter can only be used as building materials.
The difference lies in "conversion." If a piece of iron cannot be converted, it is just a piece of iron. If it knows how to convert, it can become steel spears and mechas.
Su Ze stood still, a smile on his lips.
He felt that after unlocking the gene lock, his vitality became more active, as if his bloodline had recorded this power, turning it into nourishment for his growth.
This was like adding a super data to a computer that could hold endless data and deduce evolution, which would make this computer grow at an extremely fast rate.
Although this computer would also be able to calculate this super data in the future, having this super data would mean a step ahead, every step ahead.
Before learning Release, Su Ze had already learned all the martial arts styles accumulated in the Kengan Association, almost mastering them at a glance.
If he were to open his personal panel now, he would find that the number of skills in his skill bar had reached a terrifying four digits!
And each one was at level sixteen!
Secret techniques? Learning thresholds?
They simply didn't exist!
And as soon as he started, he broke through the so-called mortal limit of level fifteen!
"Jialuoluo, the Kure Clan must have collected a lot of martial arts, right?" Su Ze looked at Kure Karura and slowly spoke.
"Mm-hmm!" Kure Karura nodded obediently, "I'll have Grandpa send all those martial arts over right now."
From the moment Su Ze entered the training ground, Kure Karura and Wu Fushui had been following him, personally witnessing him elevate various techniques to the realm of perfection!
With Su Ze's talent, he might truly be able to learn all the martial arts in the world!
This was even more epic than the King of Heroes' Gate of Babylon. Once achieved, it would be a supreme feat spanning eons, no less than Jōja's attainment of Buddhahood.
It should be known that, aside from the Dragon Country, which is known as the Martial Arts Library, ancient nations like India, Japan, and England have at least five-digit numbers of martial arts styles circulating within them.
Each martial arts style has one or even multiple great sages and grandmasters, and countless heroes have dedicated their efforts to them throughout the ages!
From the moment humans threw their first punch, "combat" and "martial arts" were born.
Spear techniques, sword techniques, and archery all counted as martial arts, and Su Ze intended to learn them all.
Just as Kure Karura was calling Wu Helian to have all the clan's martial arts transported over, footsteps sounded from the passage.
The three turned to look and saw Kuraso and Wu Hu Qi Xi leading two people over.
One of the men had white hair and double pupils, with a nonchalant, uninhibited look on his face.
The other man had messy short hair and dead fish eyes.
Su Ze's lips curved into a smile.
"Yo! Mr. President, hello." Shen Wulong's double pupils rotated, his casual gaze locking onto Su Ze, then unable to move away.
Shen Wulong was an old monster who had lived for thousands of years. Perhaps that wasn't entirely accurate, because his method of survival was a technique called "Rebirth," which transferred memories and experiences to young people with similar bloodlines.
He was merely half-dead.
Not truly immortal.
And such a Shen Wulong also pursued martial arts. After thousands of years of accumulation, the number of martial arts stored in his mind had reached a terrifying amount.
"Xia Yan, I might lose this time," Shen Wulong greeted Su Ze, then calmly said to the short-haired man.
Xia Yan's pupils constricted. He could tell that Shen Wulong was very happy and asked the question he was most concerned about: "Will you die?"
Shen Wulong was an "Immortal" and also a martial arts fanatic, brutal yet gentle. He didn't care much about life and death, only wanting to keep "playing."
Upon receiving the Kengan Association's invitation, he immediately came over.
But while Shen Wulong didn't care about his own death, his subordinates like Xia Yan couldn't afford not to care.
It could be said that if Shen Wulong died, the Worm Organization would disband on the spot.
"Hard to say," Shen Wulong shook his head, looking at Su Ze with a peaceful joy in his eyes. He said, "Let's be clear, I know ninety-nine percent of East Asian martial arts styles. As for martial arts from other regions, I don't know much about them."
"I understand. Come on, I'll suppress my strength," Su Ze nodded lightly.
Xia Yan's breath hitched. Such words were usually spoken by Shen Wulong to others. This was the first time he had heard someone say them to Shen Wulong.
And Shen Wulong wasn't angry; instead, he felt it was only natural.
From the first moment he saw Su Ze, he knew that his physical body, aura, spirit—everything about him—was completely inferior to the other party's.
This was not self-deprecation; on the contrary, it was precisely because of his absolute confidence in his judgment that he could make such a determination.
The two paid no attention to the others present. With one defending and one attacking, they engaged in battle.
Su Ze stood still, casually defending against Shen Wulong's attacks with one hand.
Shen Wulong's body moved like a phantom, his palms and fists like long spears. He explained, "This is Eight Extremities Spear, a modern martial art."
He used his hands as spears, demonstrating the Eight Extremities Spear on Su Ze within a minute.
Of course, his attacks didn't land on Su Ze's body but were neutralized by the latter with a single hand.
Xia Yan's expression was grave; he couldn't even clearly see the movements of the two in the field.
Didn't he say he would suppress his strength?
Su Ze didn't look like he was suppressing his strength at all!
He didn't know that this was already Su Ze's performance after suppressing himself to the extreme. His strength and speed were at the level of an ordinary person, but his "ordinary person" was different from average people. Relying solely on his combat talent, he could withstand an immortal like Shen Wulong.
Any further suppression would mean standing there and taking a beating, not fighting.
Su Ze threw a punch, his first attack. His essence, qi, and spirit were perfectly integrated, serene yet domineering.
Shen Wulong experienced a hallucination, as if he saw all the profound mysteries of Eight Extremities Spear unfolding before his eyes. The brilliance of these mysteries surpassed even the golden lacquer on a Buddha's body.
Skill approaching the Dao!
The Eight Extremities Spear achieved sublimation in Su Ze's hands; this was not a clumsy imitation of technique or form, but rather a perfect alignment of spiritual and physical realms with the martial profoundness that the Eight Extremities Spear sought to express.
This was the realm Shen Wulong had always pursued.
The unity of heaven and man!
Moreover, it was a unity of heaven and man achieved with such ease and grace; even if the founder of the Eight Extremities Spear were here, he might not be able to strike the same punch.
This punch didn't hit Shen Wulong but merely flickered before his eyes.
Shen Wulong reset his mindset.
The "battle" continued!!!