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I’m Cultivating Immortality While Everyone Else Practices Martial Arts

Li Wensheng transmigrated to an era where all energies were returning and every citizen practiced martial arts. Here, champions focus on martial arts mastery, becoming physically peerless as they honed their spirit. They would also seek superior weapons, including unbreakable war axes, or keen blades that could cut a giant tree with a single swing. Even so, Li Wensheng learned Immortal Arts from the very start! Though his scrawny form was exceedingly inconspicuous at first, he wielded Immortal Arts to smash long blades with his bare hands and crush giant hammers! Li Wensheng was flying everywhere on his sword while others were busy trying to surpass the limits of human speed. He could kill with a leaf or flower he plucked while others requested blacksmiths to hone their weapons. He cooked medicinal pellets with his cauldron, brewing Yuan Pellets that ascend cultivation while others trained their bodies to strengthen themselves. Martial arts champions: “Why aren’t you using any weapons?” Li Wensheng smiled, two of his fingers casting an immortal technique: Ten Thousand Swords Retrogression! At his words, every sword behind everyone’s back took to the skies without hope of control, gathering behind Li Wensheng into a rain of swords that covered the skies! This is a world where I alone cultivate immortality while everyone else trains in martial arts!

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The Power of a Divine Weapon!

Éditeur: Simple MTL

These little fangirls couldn't even see Carl's battle movements clearly, but they were able to add remarks here and there, which was very impressive.

"That... you guys..." Andrew didn't know how to speak. "Can you guys see the battle on the stage clearly?"

These little fangirls turned their heads. The moment they saw Andrew, they immediately screamed.

"You're Grandmaster Thunderblade!"

A girl yelled loudly.

It had to be said that her voice was very loud. It made Andrew's ears hurt a little.

With her shout, the attention of the audience, who were originally all focused on the arena, shifted over.

"It's actually Grandmaster Thunderblade!"

"Is it that eighteen-year-old seventh rank grandmaster? He looks so young and handsome!"

The praises that should have showered on Carl were now all on Andrew.

Carl stood on the stage and looked at Andrew.

His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of disdain and anger.