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

Chapter 2: Innate Inner Spiritual Power of Ninety-Nine! Battle Body

"Good heavens! This fluctuation..." Ren Wokuang's eyes widened, his face showing shock.

He had been in the Warrior's Temple for many years and had witnessed countless awakenings, but he had never seen such a phenomenon.

"As expected of that person's son, he's already at thirty points, and it's still rising..."

forty
六十
It's still increasing. Ren Wokuang's expression remained relatively calm. It's just a matter of becoming an eighth-level Battle Emperor. It's nothing. You have to know that Feng Yao's father is a God of War!

Like father, like son; that's normal.

However, it is still increasing, soaring directly to eighty.

This time, even Ren Wokuang couldn't stay calm.

This level of innate spiritual power means that, as long as one doesn't die young, one will definitely become a ninth-tier war god!

It should be noted that Long Xingyu, hailed as the greatest genius of the last century, was only seventy-seven years old.

But this one of mine is a true eighty-year-old innate spiritual power!
This is the legendary Battle Physique, a divinely favored physique on par with the Light Child of the Knights' Temple and the Reincarnation Child of the Assassins' Temple.

Wang Yuanyuan, standing to the side, also covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock.

Suddenly, a dazzling white light tore through the chaos, and a huge white tiger phantom emerged from his body, roaring to the sky, the sound waves causing the awakening crystal to buzz.

"Is that right? There weren't any unusual phenomena when that person awakened, so why did this kid have them?"

At this moment, Ren Wokuang's mind went completely blank.

Even he, a War Emperor of the eighth rank, was somewhat unable to process this scene.

Their Warrior Temple's Shield Warriors and Berserkers are actually a rather general term, given their sheer number.

Geniuses naturally receive special treatment, such as the Sword God of Light, Ye Shuai Ye Wushang.

Outside the hall, the entire Warrior Temple felt this powerful spiritual energy fluctuation, and countless powerful warriors of the Warrior Temple looked up towards the direction of the Awakening Hall.

Inside the Awakening Hall, Feng Yao's aura continued to rise, and his innate spiritual power continued to surge.

ninety
Ninety-five.
Holy crap, is this even human?! A level of innate spiritual power of 95, a feat unparalleled in the history of the Warrior Temple!
Ren Wo Kuang's gaze had already become vacant.

Absolute faith and extraordinary mental strength enabled Feng Xiaozi's innate spiritual power to reach such a terrifying level.

It's definitely a fighting physique!
The golden number seems to have reached its limit, and the rate of change has clearly begun to slow down.

Finally, the golden number settled at ninety-nine.

Innate spiritual power: 99!
As all the white light dissipated, Feng Yao's figure was revealed.

"So that's how it's driven!" Feng Yao, realizing the truth, snapped out of his daze.

"Armed!"

The White Tiger's supernatural lock erupted with silver-gray flames, instantly enveloping Feng Yao's entire body.

The next moment, a set of illusory silver-gray armor suddenly appeared on his body, and then solidified instantly.

"Just as I expected, in this world, so-called superpowers have become spiritual power."

Feeling the negligible loss of spiritual energy within his body, Feng Yao muttered to himself.

"With this power, avenging my parents and destroying the demon race will no longer be a pipe dream."

"Demon Emperor, the seventy-two Demon Gods, and all the demons, I will crush you!"

Not far away, Ren Wo Kuang, who was already in a daze, was even more horrified when he saw this scene.

However, he was ultimately an eighth-tier Battle Emperor, so his adaptability was quite good.

"Hey kid, what's this? How did you suddenly conjure up a suit of armor?"

This shout immediately brought Feng Yao, who wanted to try out the Flash Spirit Technique, back to reality; this was no training ground.

Feng Yao removed his helmet, revealing short silver hair and a cold, angular face. "Uncle Ren, this is my armor." Feng Yao didn't explain further, and besides, he didn't know how to say it.

Upon hearing this, Ren Wokuang waved his hand dismissively: "Fine, kid Feng, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't."

"Now that your inner spiritual power has awakened, you are a true warrior!"

"Hmm, ninety-nine, I see, but it's not quite full." Feng Yao nodded. He could already feel the extra airflow that he could control at will.

"Full?" A bitter look appeared on Ren Wokuang's face. This kid really doesn't know the hunger of a starving man.

Most people would be grateful to have twenty units of innate spiritual power.

"Young Feng, your talent is quite good. As long as you continue to train as rigorously as before..."

It's very likely you'll break the record previously held by the Sword God of Light, Night Marshal. Then, you'll be able to avenge your parents with your own hands!

“Uncle Ren, I know.” Feng Yao nodded.

Wang Yuanyuan stood not far away, silently watching all of this, her eyes filled with envy and congratulations for Feng Yao.

She was young and didn't know much about those things, but she knew Ren Wokuang, the leader of the Mad Battle Hall.

She had clearly seen the shock on his face, which showed just how talented her childhood friend was.

"Don't go back. Take a rest today. I'll treat you two to a meal," Ren Wokuang said irritably as he looked at the two who were about to return to their cultivation.

He knew how hard these two worked normally, and it wasn't good to keep them on edge all the time; they needed to find a balance.

"No!" Feng Yao didn't want to go.

Wang Yuanyuan, standing to the side, also showed resistance on her face.

"In the Temple of Warriors, refusal isn't done with words."

Ren Wo Kuang, this reckless scoundrel, didn't care about the two children's thoughts. He simply picked them up and headed out of the temple.

They didn't care at all whether other people would look at them strangely.

……

Ren Wo Kuang dragged the two of them to a restaurant called Iron Blade Tavern.

The aroma of roasted meat wafted from inside. Ren Wo Kuang kicked open the carved wooden door, and the door slammed against the wall with a dull thud.

Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan were put down by him like chicks, which drew sidelong glances from all the diners.

After all, no one has ever seen "bringing people to eat" in this way, especially with a strong man carrying two teenagers.

"The usual, three catties of dragon blood beef, and a jar of strong liquor!" Ren Wokuang said to the waiter.

The oak table was soon covered with food.

Three pounds of dragon blood beef sizzled and dripped oil in the black iron pan, the surface was roasted to a crispy brown, while the inside was pink, and the aroma of meat juice mixed with secret spices filled the air.

I frantically tore open the mud seal of a jar of strong liquor, and the amber liquid rippled in the earthenware bowl.

He pushed two empty bowls to Feng Yao and Wang Yuanyuan: "Try the 'Battle Blood Burn'! A little bit will help the kids boost their spirits!"

Wang Yuanyuan carefully picked up the bowl, and the smell of alcohol choked her so much that her cheeks turned red.

She used her silver fork to cut off a small piece of beef. When she bit through the crispy skin, the scalding juices burst in her mouth, carrying the unique aroma of the meat roasted by the demonic fire, and a faint, almost imperceptible warmth of spiritual energy that slid down her throat into her stomach.

"Delicious!" Her eyes lit up, and she ate quickly in small bites, completely at ease.

Feng Yao ate quietly, however.

As he forked the beef, he noticed the fine white veins on the slices—the unique spiritual energy veins of the Dragon Blood Ox. With each bite, he could feel the subtle energy flowing into his limbs and bones.

Ren Wokuang piled a large piece of beef tendon into his bowl and said in a gruff voice, "Eat more, you need to strengthen your body! Look how thin you are, like a stick."

(End of this chapter)