C10 The Might of the Lion Roar

Lion's Roar? Lin Yaoyang paused briefly before deciding to go with it. The Lion's Roar was a sonic combat technique that could catch an enemy off guard during a fight, often yielding unexpected results.

As soon as Lin Yaoyang made his choice, his mind seemed to expand as the mechanics of the Lion's Roar materialized in his thoughts. It felt as though he had mastered the skill through countless uses already.

It seemed he could unleash the combat technique with a mere intention. Lin Yaoyang was astounded. My goodness... was it really this formidable? Others would have to start from scratch, laboriously working their way up from the basics.

Particularly with skills like the Lion's Roar and Iron Sand Palm, which required one's own body to execute, the effects were typically superior to standard combat techniques, but the difficulty of mastering them was proportionally higher.

Yet, Lin Yaoyang had bypassed that entire process. He was confident that the impact of his Lion's Roar would be exponentially greater than Kou Quan's.

Lin Yaoyang pulled up the details of the Lion's Roar combat skill.

"Lion's Roar, while not the most lethal among combat skills, is highly sought after by many Cultivators due to its surprising effectiveness and unique properties. Two hundred years ago, the Lion Roaring King, at the mere age of fifty-six, reached the Martial Extreme—a feat both awe-inspiring and formidable!"

"The Lion Roaring King's claim to fame was his Lion's Roar, a skill that dominated the martial world. When it came to sonic attacks, even an average Martial Saint paled in comparison to him. A single roar from the Lion Roaring King could tremble the very soul!"

Lin Yaoyang felt his excitement surge as he read the description of the Lion's Roar. He continued to read on.

The enhanced version of the Lion's Roar skill.

Level: High-Level Black Grade!

What? Another Xuan level? And this time, it's a high-level Xuan grade! Lin Yaoyang was taken aback. Black Grade combat skills and cultivation methods seemed as common as cabbages now. And all this had happened in just a short span of time today.

Lin Yaoyang was in disbelief that he had already secured two Profound Grade secret manuals! It was common knowledge that not a single Profound Rank cultivation technique existed in Qingye Town, let alone a combat skill. They didn't even have one above Mid Yellow Rank.

Should he reveal either of the manuals he possessed, it would cause an uproar that could turn the town on its head.

People would flock from the main city, millions of miles away, in search of a Profound Grade combat skill. Qingye Town would undoubtedly become a battlefield awash in blood.

Amidst his joy, Lin Yaoyang was also gripped by fear. Without the strength to safeguard the Profound Grade Combat Technique in his possession, he was forced to conceal his true capabilities.

He couldn't risk anyone discovering that he wielded a Profound Grade Combat Technique! The thought of having to diminish the might of such a skill to that of a low-level Yellow Grade rank made Lin Yaoyang feel a sense of injustice for the Lion Roar.

Moreover, Lin Yaoyang was puzzled. Kou Quan's Lion Roar was supposedly a low-level Yellow Grade skill, so how could it be a high-level Profound Grade one?

"A low-level Yellow Grade combat skill is practically worthless. This high-level Yellow Grade combat skill was the Lion Roaring King's signature move. Its proper name is the Lion's Roar Fifth Gate!"

The voice in Lin Yaoyang's head carried a tone of scorn when speaking of Kou Quan's Yellow Grade technique. Yet, when it came to the Lion Roaring King's skill, the Lion's Roar Fifth Gate, the voice became emotionless.

Lin Yaoyang didn't dwell on these oddities. After all, mastering these skills was a boon. Armed with the Power of the Ant King and the Lion's Roar Fifth Gate, two Profound Grade combat skills, he was on the verge of becoming unmatched in Qingye Town.

With fists clenched, Lin Yaoyang felt a surge of determination. Following Kou Quan's thunderous roar, members of the Serpent Mercenary Team swiftly rallied to his side.

Kou Quan addressed the assembled warriors with a stern voice, "Everyone here is a Level 9 Warrior or above, so let's have no contempt for one another. In battle, the outcome of who will win or lose is uncertain."

"Imagine the embarrassment if we lose? When battling a Demonic Beast, you cannot show any fear. If I catch anyone puffing themselves up at the back when danger strikes, they're dead!" Kou Quan declared, his voice laced with an icy edge. The Mercenary Team members stiffened at his words, fully aware that Kou Quan was dead serious.

This time, the Mercenary Team was more than twenty strong heading into the Demonic Beast Forest. By Kou Quan's account, that meant over twenty Level 9 Warriors—far more than Qingye Town usually saw. It was clear that Qingye Town was a place of hidden talents; there might even be a First Grade Martial Master among us, on par with Kou Quan himself.

With a commanding gesture, Kou Quan announced, "Check your provisions and packs. We're about to set off." But before he could finish, a voice interrupted from a short distance away, "Hold on! I want to join."

Lin Yaoyang turned toward the voice and saw a man he didn't recognize, clad in plain cotton attire and carrying nothing but a simple backpack. Kou Quan's brow furrowed as he responded, "Sorry, you're too late. We're not looking for more people. We're just about to depart."

The man seemed to ignore Kou Quan entirely and, upon spotting the black-robed woman, his eyes lit up. He approached her and said, "I am a lone cultivator named Yin Zhiping. May I know your name, miss? Are you married, and from which celestial town do you hail? I wonder if I might be fortunate enough to team up with you to venture into the Demonic Beast Forest and slay Demonic Beasts?"

Kou Quan's words had been dismissed, and his frown deepened. Yet before he could speak, the black-robed woman beat him to it. "Whether it's fortunate, I can't say, and it's not up to me. But if you can defeat him, I'll put in a word for you with the captain."

The black-robed woman's voice was serene and graceful, which, paired with her proposal, created an oddly intriguing atmosphere.

Lin Yaoyang was momentarily taken aback—the black-robed woman was staring straight at him! Why was she picking a fight with him?

The man's eyes sparkled as soon as he heard the black-robed woman's words. He followed her gaze to Lin Yaoyang. Yin Zhiping, upon laying eyes on Lin Yaoyang, couldn't help but notice his well-defined features and striking eyes—undeniably more handsome than himself.

Irrationally, a surge of anger welled up inside him. He addressed Lin Yaoyang with a barely concealed irritation, "Brother, do me, Yin Zhiping, a favor and bow out. I really don't want to have to hurt you."

With that, Yin Zhiping flicked his long hair with a flair he thought was particularly suave, exuding an air of cockiness.

"Scram!"

Lin Yaoyang responded with a single, dismissive word!