Throne of Seals: White Tiger's Power Lock, I am the God of War

Chapter 1 Warrior's Temple - Wind's Radiance!

[This is an explosive and exciting story. Please forgive any inconsistencies, as this is my first time writing.]

Holy Demon Continent.

In the Warrior's Temple, in a training ground, a man and a woman are currently sparring.

The man had short white hair and chillingly red eyes; his whole demeanor exuded a sharp and menacing aura.

The girl had a single ponytail, an oval face, and exceptionally beautiful features with fair skin. Although she looked a little young, she already showed signs of stunning beauty.

"Faster, faster!" Feng Yao kept urging.

Facing a stunningly beautiful young woman, his fists showed no mercy, and his attacks were incredibly sharp.

As the sand and gravel crunched under his boots, Feng Yao's powerful punch arrived with tremendous force.

Wang Yuanyuan spun around to dodge, the wisps of hair on the back of her neck being blown away by the force of the punch.

The moonlight stretched their shadows long and projected them onto the mottled rock wall, like silhouettes of trapped beasts struggling against each other.

"too slow!"

Feng Yao's words were accompanied by the force of his fist, showing no lingering interest in the beauty and remaining completely expressionless.

Frowning slightly, Wang Yuanyuan raised her shield to block. The sound of the impact rang in her ears, causing a slight ringing in her ears.

The immense force from the edge of the shield made her hands go numb, and she staggered back three steps, her boot heels carving three deep grooves into the stone ground.

Feng Yao's offensive was like a surging tide, his fists as sharp as spears, each strike filled with killing intent.

Wang Yuanyuan narrowly dodged the punch by tilting her head, the fist grazing her ear, making her break out in a cold sweat.

"Take my leg!"

Before she could catch her breath, the other person's leg arrived, kicking her hard in the side.

Wang Yuanyuan let out a muffled groan, flying through the air and crashing onto the edge. The shield slipped from his hand, rolling on the ground with a piercing sound.

"Yuan Yuan, you lost again." Feng Yao stood up, looking down at her.

The girl in front of me has an external spiritual power of about 150, which is equivalent to the level of a second-tier, fifth-level warrior.

But compared to him, they are still far inferior.

Wang Yuanyuan stubbornly propped herself up, her eyes burning with an indomitable flame: "Again!"

She staggered toward her opponent, knowing full well that she was like a moth drawn to a flame, yet unwilling to give in easily.

Feng Yao shook his head. "There's no need. My external spiritual power has reached its limit. You can't beat me."

The limit of external spiritual power is two hundred, which is the peak level of a second-tier warrior. Once you awaken your innate internal spiritual power, you will become a Battle Venerable!
Although Wang Yuanyuan had expected it, she was still surprised to hear the news from the other party's own mouth.

"How did you do that?" Wang Yuanyuan asked, her pretty face filled with resentment, but she still sat down on the spot.

“You know my talent; it’s that I get stronger the more I fight,” Feng Yao said slowly.

That's right, Feng Yao is a transmigrator who was transported to the Holy Demon Continent after purchasing a White Tiger Ability Lock.

He had no lingering attachment to his past life.

He grew up in an orphanage without parents, and he earned his own money to go to school.

His experiences over the years had long since made him lose interest in life, and his biggest hobby was watching anime.

Among them, Feng Yao from Super Beast Armed was his favorite character.

He just didn't expect that he would experience something similar to what Feng Yao went through.

Both of his parents died because of the demon race in this lifetime.
In order to seek revenge, he pulled himself together from his grief and began to cultivate diligently, relying on the talent he gained from his time travel: "Battle increases spiritual power."

Even after wasting several years, he still surpassed the current genius of the Warrior Temple, Wang Yuanyuan.

"Your talent is truly exceptional," Wang Yuanyuan said with some envy. He was not even ten years old and had already reached the limit of external spiritual power, and that was after he had cultivated for two or three years.
If she also had Feng Yao's talent, wouldn't she be able to become stronger sooner to kill the demons and avenge her parents?

"Not enough, this is far from enough. I want to become a true God of War, to avenge my parents, and even more so, to destroy the Demon Clan for them!" Feng Yao's eyes were filled with hatred and determination.

He was familiar with the plot and knew that the Demon Emperor and the seventy-two Demon Pillars were at least ninth-tier powerhouses, but he still wanted to destroy them.

With his fists and the superpower he gained from time travel—the White Tiger Ability Lock!

The enmity between parents is irreconcilable!
Wang Yuan was taken aback at first, then said with equal hatred, "I also want to avenge my family!"

Like Feng Yao, her family members also died because of the demons, and she vowed that she would never start a family until the demons were destroyed.

"You should reach two hundred external spiritual power first," Feng Yao said coldly. He didn't really want his friend to work so hard, but he was bad at expressing himself.

Therefore, this tone is the only way to make them back down.

"Hmph, I'll be there soon too," Wang Yuanyuan said irritably.

Just then, a rough voice came from the door of the training room.

“Young man, I’ll take you to awaken your innate spiritual power.”

"Understood." Feng Yao stood up and nodded at the person who had come.

The warriors of the Temple are all roughnecks. Although they have warrior salutes, they don't need them in front of acquaintances.

Ren Wo Kuang's towering figure blocked the entrance, with the nameplate of the hall master hanging from his waist.

He glanced at Wang Yuanyuan, who was slumped on the ground, and said in a gruff voice, "Little brat, you got beaten up by Feng again today."

"I'll definitely win next time!" Wang Yuanyuan refused to admit defeat.

"Hahaha, you really are just like your father." Ren Wokuang laughed heartily.

Seeing the shadow of the deceased in the descendants of the deceased is itself a form of inheritance.

Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan had already composed themselves; they were quite used to Ren Wokuang's words.

At first, it might be a little sad, but after hearing it many times, it won't bother you anymore.

"We've gone off on a tangent, let's go." Ren Wokuang quickly realized what was going on, and then took Feng Yao to awaken.

Wang Yuanyuan's original intention was to follow behind and take a look beforehand.

As they passed through the bronze archway engraved with runes, magical lights cast distorted shadows of the three on the ground.

Inside the Awakening Hall ahead, a massive Awakening Crystal floats in the center of the altar, its surface shimmering with starlight, and the occasional golden patterns seem to be the bloodline of an ancient behemoth lurking within.

Ren Wo strode into the hall, his heavy boots echoing dully as they pounded on the star-patterned floor tiles.

"Wind Boy, stand under the crystal and place your hand on it."

Ren Wokuang reached out and patted Feng Yao's shoulder with such force that Feng Yao staggered half a step.

"Okay." Feng Yao took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the Awakening Crystal.

The moment his palm touched the crystal surface, a strange electric current surged through his arm and spread throughout his body, accompanied by a cool sensation.

The brilliance on the crystal surface suddenly surged, and countless points of light burst forth from within, weaving a magnificent net of light within the hall.

Wang Yuanyuan stood at the entrance of the hall, nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, her eyes fixed on Feng Yao under the crystal.

"Om-"

The Awakening Crystal emitted a deep rumble, and the golden patterns inside began to surge wildly, like an enraged dragon.

Feng Yao felt a powerful suction force coming from the crystal, and external spiritual energy surged out uncontrollably, resonating with the crystal.

His White Tiger Ability Lock also trembled violently at this moment, with silver-white light intertwining and entwining with the golden light of the crystal.

(End of this chapter)