If it requires my life?
I would have fled long ago.
How far can soone like eventually go?
As a martial student protected within an ivory tower, can I break through to the Grandmaster level?
If I just follow this smooth path, how far can I go?
Gong Ling suddenly let out a scoff.
She was mocking herself.
From ti to ti, she indulged in self-pity, feeling destiny unfair, feeling she had no chances, feeling her aptitude was not high.
But her true weakness was indeed timidity.
Yes, timidity, nothing more.
If you are unwilling to give even a little bit of a stake, what can you use to win the qualification of a powerhouse?
Rely on your habitual cowardice?
Grandmaster.
Only those who have faced death and survived have the qualification to reach it.
"Great-grandfather, I have decided to comprehend the Nine Styles of the Mystic Bow, please begin."
A few minutes later, Gong Ling spoke aloud.
She confronted her own timidity and overca it.
At this mont, she even had so wonderful insights.
Being protected too often is also a form of suffocation.
Gong Ling was grateful to realize this.
"Since you have already made your decision, then I will help you.
"The first three styles of the Nine Mystic Bow are: Fixed Celestial Gang! Falling Stars! Boundless Arrow!
"As long as you comprehend the first three styles, you can take the Mystic Bow.
"I am ashad because I wasn't prepared enough and let the Mystic Bow fall into a foreign land, unable to return to the Divine Land."
Gong Yuzhen's hollow voice rang out once again.
Upon hearing this, Gong Ling frowned slightly.
It turns out it's not that Great-grandfather intentionally left the Mystic Bow in Jiangyuan Country, but he was insufficient in Qi Blood and didn't fully prepare for many things before his death.
For example, the danger to the Gong Family's root bones.
For example, the risk that besides the Gong Family, no one could take the Mystic Bow.
All this wasn't intentional on Great-grandfather's part, it was simply due to insufficient Qi Blood.
Fixed Celestial Gang!
Falling Stars!
Boundless Arrow!
These are the first three arrows of the Nine Styles of the Mystic Bow.
How terrifying are these three arrows!
According to Fang Liyan, these three arrows can kill a Grandmaster.
But with my third-grade strength, I can only comprehend the montum of the arrows, but cannot pull the first Mystic Bow open at all.
No way.
Third-grade strength is too weak.
This is like a child, who understands how to lift a stone and the entire thod of exerting force, but is still ten thousand miles away from truly being able to lift it.
The Mystic Bow has no string.
As long as you can pull open the Mystic Bow, the Qi Blood will form an invisible arrow, thus slaying a Grandmaster.
But to pull open the first Mystic Bow, one needs strength close to that of a Grandmaster.
At least, it needs to be at the peak of fifth-grade.
Of course, even if the first Mystic Bow is not pulled open, it's still an indestructible blunt weapon.
Gong Yuzhen even left behind a bow combat technique.
Similar to staff techniques, purely close combat tactics.
"My descendants, watch closely, I will first demonstrate the first arrow: Fixed Celestial Gang!"
Before Gong Ling's eyes, Earth Martial Artists and Alien Races are already killing to the point of white-hot intensity.
But obviously, Earth Martial Artists were at a disadvantage.
At this mont, accompanied by Gong Yuzhen's voice, the first Mystic Bow in her palm directly departed.
No.
It wasn't departing.
It was like the shadow of the first Mystic Bow left.
Just like in the movies, where the ghost leaves the body.
Her great-grandfather, Gong Yuzhen, appeared as well.
Wearing the combat uniform of a Divine Land Martial Artist, with a vacant grasp, he took the bow soul from Gong Ling's hand.
Gong Ling looked down at the first Mystic Bow in her hand.
She looked again at the Mystic Bow not far from her, held by Gong Yuzhen.
These are clearly two long bows.
The long bow in Gong Yuzhen's hand is the first Mystic Bow that hasn't been re-refined.
The Mystic Bow in her hand is a treasured item refined after Gong Yuzhen's death.
Kill!
Kill kill!
The deafening sounds of killing made Gong Ling's ears ache.
She watched helplessly as a void rift was about to be torn open by the Alien Race coalition.
Among the Alien Race, a Grandmaster Powerhouse laughed heartily, looking ferocious like a demon crawling out from hell, making people's liver and gallbladder crack.
Beneath his feet were corpses of endlessly piled Divine Land Martial Artists.
Bodies lying in contorted states all around were those of Divine Land Warriors who defended ho and country.
Buzz!
At this mont, a tooth-aching friction sound occurred.
The whole world's scene suddenly frozen.
Heaven and earth fell into silence.
Gong Ling suddenly turned her head.
Yes.
She couldn't hear any sound.
She could only see the Mystic Bow in her great-grandfather's hand, emitting unprecedented devastating brilliance, and even his body burning with raging flas.
Right!
Feet stepping on void, long hair fluttering.
Her great-grandfather was burning with flas all over his body, like a descending sun.
His pupils were burning with even hotter flas.
Buzz!
The Mystic Bow was pulled open.
The Mystic Bow has no string; the fla ford by Qi Blood is the bowstring.
The Mystic Bow has no arrows; Qi Blood is the fiercely burning Arrow of Certain Death.
At this ti, everyone on the battlefield stopped fighting, whether Divine Land Martial Artist or Alien Race Martial Artist.
Everyone's eyes were astonished, staring at the sun in the sky.
Even in the wet territory where fine rain fell incessantly, it couldn't stop this fireball from burning; even the black clouds in the sky were evaporated to an astonishing cut.
Whiz!
The Fla Arrow pierced through the air.
Like a teor falling, like the anger of the Fire God descending upon the human world, the Fla Arrow cut through the sky leaving a terrifying fire trail; that was a river of flas, crossing the void.
Poof!
The Alien Race Grandmaster attempted to escape.
But the space around him was fixed by the arrow's aura, and despite burning his Qi Blood frenziedly, it was all in vain.
Accompanied by the sharp sound of friction fading away, the Fla Arrow completely pierced through the Grandmaster's chest.
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