Complete Martial Arts Attributes

"This is a kind of bloodline restriction. They cannot pass on their martial skills and techniques to individuals outside their own race. Otherwise, they would die instantly," Yizang Xinnuo looked at Shouzang Caiyun with a smile as she explained.

"Oh, really?" Wang Teng was quite surprised.

He had been relying on picking up attributes and had obtained many techniques and scriptures, including quite a few from various special races, without feeling any difficulty.

Yet, Yizang Xinnuo and the others told him that acquiring scriptures and battle techniques from others' racial inheritances was quite challenging.

This was a little awkward!

It turned out that he had significant misunderstandings and misconceptions all along.

It wasn't the world that was wrong, but him!

"Brother Han, don't know about this?" Yizang Xinnuo and the others were also very surprised to see his reaction.

This was basic knowledge. As a universe explorer, how could he not know? Something felt off.

"Cough, those skills look pretty easy to learn," Wang Teng, facing their strange looks, also realized his mistake. His eyes turned, and he quickly coughed.

"Easy to learn?" Hengzang Mo and the others seemed to hear something incredibly amusing.

The inheritance scriptures and techniques of those races were not of low levels. Even if one obtained the inheritance, it was not necessarily easy to quickly learn them. This guy actually said they were easy to learn.

"Easy to learn? Why don't you try learning one?" Guizang Yan couldn't help but sneer.

Wang Teng glanced at him and suddenly realized that this was the best way to rectify his mistake. A smile appeared at the edge of his lips.

This was a great opportunity!

He cooperated well!

Wang Teng almost wanted to give Guizang Yan a big thumbs up.

Well done!

Then, he raised his palm slightly, and the Fire and Poison Force emerged, intertwining and slowly condensing into several ethereal green flame spears in his palm.

These spears were not as large as the ones the Poison Boar Race martial warrior displayed earlier. They were only the size of Wang Teng's palm, lacking the terrifying power, but they emitted the same eerie aura.

The prodigies of the five major families present were utterly dumbfounded as if they had seen a ghost. Their eyes widened in disbelief.

"Isn't this quite simple?" Wang Teng glanced at them and smiled lightly.

"This…" Hengzang Mo, Guizang Yan, and the others didn't know what to say. They found it absurd.

Did he really learn the battle technique of the Poison Boar Race?

Just by looking at it for a moment, he learned it?

"Brother Han, you didn't learn this martial skill before, did you?" Yizang Xinnuo couldn't help but ask.

"No, as you said, this is a legacy of the Poison Boar Race. Where could I have learned it?" Wang Teng replied.

"But this… it's too unbelievable!" Yizang Xinnuo smiled bitterly.

No matter who it was, it was impossible to believe such a thing.

Just by looking at it, could someone really learn a martial skill like this?

"Hmph, I'm afraid this martial skill is just an imitation, merely superficial. It may not be able to unleash much power." Guizang Yan refused to admit Wang Teng's talent.

"You don't believe it, and I can't do anything about it." Wang Teng smiled faintly, waving his hand to disperse the ethereal green flame spears as if they had never appeared.

"I think you can't explain it, that's why you hurriedly dispersed it." Guizang Yan scoffed.

"I don't need to explain anything to you." Wang Teng shook his head and said indifferently.

Then he turned his head and stopped paying attention to him.

This guy had been snide and irritating from the beginning. He was truly annoying, like a fly buzzing around his ears.

If it weren't for trying to win over the talents of the five major families, he wouldn't have wasted time here with Guizang Yan.

He wanted Wang Teng to explain? On what grounds?

"You…" Guizang Yan, seeing Wang Teng's disdainful expression, felt somewhat embarrassed and angry, but he didn't dare to escalate the situation.

For some reason, he just couldn't stand the black-haired youth in front of him, even though his elders warned him not to offend the other party.

"All right! All right! Let's continue watching the slave competition. The next batch of slaves is about to come out." Yizang Xinnuo immediately stepped in to mediate the situation. She was somewhat resentful that Guizang Yan was causing trouble for no reason, but since it was an order from elders, she didn't want to make the atmosphere too tense.

Boom!

However, at this moment, a rumbling sound suddenly came from below.

The entire Five Burials Hotel trembled, and many people looked in surprise toward the direction of the arena. The sound seemed to be coming from below the stage.

"What's happening?" Hengzang Mo and the others stood up abruptly and frowned.

Boom!

Another round of rumbling echoed out as the arena collapsed, and countless stone fragments exploded into the sky.

At this moment, the arena had not activated its protective shield. While the materials on top were indeed sturdy, under the impact of tremendous force, they still shattered.

Hengzang Mo, Guizang Yan, and Yizang Xinnuo's expressions changed slightly.

"Retreat!"

Yizang Xinnuo grabbed Wang Teng and retreated.

At the same time, several dark figures shot up from the shattered stones of the arena, emitting a dense aura of death.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Kill!"

Roars echoed as the dark figures let out furious shouts, locking their hostile gazes onto Wang Teng and the others.

No, it was more accurate to say that their target was Hengzang Mo, Guizang Yan, and the other talents from the five families.

"Oh no, these are the slaves!" Yunzang Xiao's expression changed as he shouted.

"Damn it, these slaves dare to rebel!" Guizang Yan's expression darkened.

Boom!

Without much time to think, the dark figures immediately closed in on them, unleashing various attacks.

In an instant, Force explosions resounded in the surroundings. Blade energies, sword energies, fist imprints, palm imprints, and many other attacks launched toward Hengzang Mo and the others.

In their haste, Hengzang Mo and the others could not afford to be distracted. They had to unleash the Force within their bodies and strive to fend off the attacks.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

However, everything happened too suddenly, and the group was instantly pushed back by the powerful onslaught.

The Poison Boar Race martial warrior locked onto Yizang Xinnuo, revealing a sinister expression filled with hatred. The Force within him erupted, condensing into the Poison Curse Flame Spear and slamming towards them.

"Brother Han, retreat behind me!"

Yizang Xinnuo wasn't to be underestimated either. As a prodigy of the Yizang Family, she released the Wood Force within her, quickly forming a palm imprint to counter the incoming attack.

Boom!

The collision of their attacks erupted into a terrifying explosion, and shockwaves of Force rippled out in all directions.

Yizang Xinnuo's expression changed slightly as she was forced several steps back. Her palm throbbed with pain, and upon inspecting it, she noticed eerie green threads forming on her hand.

"Hmph! Daring to directly face my Poison Curse Flame Spear, you're seeking death." A hoarse and resentful voice emanated from the Poison Boar Race martial warrior. He glared at Yizang Xinnuo coldly. Then, showing no hesitation, he surged forward once again, declaring, "So-called talents of the five major families are nothing special."

"Die!"

He abruptly extended his palm, reaching towards Yizang Xinnuo. It seemed he didn't intend to kill her outright but instead aimed to capture her alive.

"You can't escape." Yizang Xinnuo's expression shifted, realizing that the Poison Boar Race martial warrior's battle technique was extremely formidable. However, she hadn't expected it to be so overwhelming, especially considering the warrior's strength, which seemed no less than her own at the pinnacle of the cosmos stage.

In such a confined space, the sudden assault caught them off guard, and Yizang Xinnuo discovered herself at a disadvantage, especially after being poisoned.

Her strength had diminished, and she wasn't sure if she could contend with the opponent.

"Let's go!" Yizang Xinnuo seized Wang Teng's hand, intending to dash out of the Five Burials Hotel. Once outside, it would be much more challenging for the opponent to capture her. Once the formidable members of the five families reacted, these slaves wouldn't stand a chance.

"Don't rush. Let me examine the strength of this Poison Boar Race martial warrior." Wang Teng smiled faintly, raising his other hand to the front. The green flame coalesced into a spear. Then, he uttered a single word, "Go!"

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

A series of breaking air sounds echoed as the green flame-

formed spear launched forward.

"How is this possible?!" The Poison Boar Race martial warrior's face changed drastically, staring in disbelief at the rapidly approaching green flame spear.