"Oh? And how will you accomplish that?" Jackson asked, smiling evilly.
"With the duel I challenge you to. I, Argan Gray, Challenge you, Jackson Wey, to a duel in 3 months. Do you dare accept?" Argan said aloud.
The crowd was silent. Everyone stared at him in disbelief. Then, there was a chuckle.
"Haha, why would I not dare? Just because you can beat Arthur means nothing. Don't regret your decision now." Jackson said as he started to walk away. "Remember, 3 months from now, you'll get your ass beat. Haha." He laughed as he left towards his house.
"Hmph," Argan walked away soon after, everyone looking at him in mockery and with disdain.
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Argan got back to his rubble of a house. A few deer were sniffing around, looking for food. As he approached, the deer ran. He looked at the rubble, still angry, but soon calmed himself. He then took out the manual from the Technique Tower.
"The manual says to be able to hit the fastest training dummy, but that's so vague," Argan said. He then started to punch the air, to get a feel for the required speed. 'No, no. Too slow,' He thought. Then, he got an idea. He put his arms down and tried focusing on that cold energy from before. Once he sensed it, he tried to circulate it. He used all of his willpower and strength, but to no avail. Argan exhaled loudly.
'I wonder how I can cultivate this technique.' Argan thought to himself. He then started to meditate. 'What could possibly be the correct path.'
Time passed as Agan thought of possible ways to practice. After about 10 minutes, something happened inside of his consciousness. A figure had appeared, displaying a set of punching techniques. Argan energy. White and cold, almost identical to the energy inside of his body. This energy was moving through a set path. As time went on, the figures speed increased until it reached a speed where argan couldn't even see the fist. After one more punch, Argan abruptly awoke.
"Aha!" Argan exclaimed. Then, he focused on that energy inside of him once again. Once he sensed it, he tried to bring it along the path he saw on the figure. This time was a success. As the energy reached his fist, he punched out. This time, he felt an incredible strength behind it, and it felt a little faster than usual.
"So that's the secret behind this technique..." Argan whispered to himself.
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Time passed, and Argan continued working on this technique.
Meanwhile, in Jackson's residence, Jackson was talking to a middle-aged man, who looked a little similar to him.
"Jackson, there's something off with that kid, Argan." The middle-aged man said.
"No need to worry, uncle. He merely has the strength of a Body Tempering Level 2. I of the 6th level. There's no threat." Jackson said.
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"No, you need to take this a little more seriously. Remember his strength this morning? There is no way he was able to climb up to Body Tempering Level 2 so soon. Who knows how much he'll improve in three months." Jacksons uncle said. As he said this, Jackson looked at him, with a solemn expression. "This is why you need to take this seriously. I want you to reach Body Tempering Level 7 by the time the day of the fight comes."
"Yes, Uncle. I will not disappoint." Jackson Replied.
"Oh, and take these. They will speed up your progress." Jackson's uncle handed him a bottle. As soon as Jackson laid his eyes on it, they flashed with joy.
"Thank you, uncle. I will make sure to destroy that kid once the day comes." Jackson bowed and left the room. As soon as Jackson left, Jackson's uncle walked towards the window.
"There must be some secret to his sudden advancement. I must get my hands on it. That way my son can advance even farther in strength." He said as he gazed towards the outskirts of the clan.
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85 days had passed, and Jackson had reached the 6th level Body Tempering, Flesh Tempering. This news had spread like wildfire across the clan. Even Argan had heard of it, while he was on his way to return the manual of [Peerless Fist of Speed] As he heard the news, he felt kind of pressured. during his period of training, he never gave up on his cultivation. In these 85 days, 60 of which were spent on cultivation, while the other 25 were spent on the technique. He had reached the third level, and also the maximum level someone of the Body Tempering Stage cultivator could learn. This allowed him to reach an incredible speed and strength, and the ability to do a feint in order to trick the opponent. He also reached 5th level Body Tempering, Flesh Cleansing, giving him ridiculous strength.
There were 5 days left until the battle between Jackson and Argan. Everyone was talking about it. Comments like 'Argan trash is going to die,' and 'He bit off more than he can chew, that idiot,' were said by almost everyone. No one thought Argan would win. There were some who even set up betting stands, of course, no one bet on Argan winning. Everyone believed Argan did not have the strength to fight Jackson.
As Argan was walking towards his little hut, he was planning on his next course of action.
'Should I learn how to use a sword or something? The manual would not be called the [Immortal Sword Manual] for nothing. Maybe I can access the next pages,' he thought to himself. As soon as he reached his hut, he opened up the manual. This time, there was 1 more page he could read.
Dagger Gods' Technique
Use this technique, to wield and control the dagger, at an unparalleled level. Strike fear into your foes, and slice down the mightiest of gods.
See god, slay god. See demon, Slay demon.
As soon as Argan read this, he was once again dragged into his consciousness. There, he saw the figure from when he was trying to comprehend [Peerles Fist of Speed] again. This time, the figure spoke, repeating exactly what the book said. After, it started to perform a set of techniques with a dagger. A slice upwards, a horizontal slash, a pierce. They seemed simple, but Argan felt weird seeing these techniques. The figure repeated these techniques. As Argan focused he could see a slight amount of energy flowing through the body of the figure and through the dagger. But instead of the circulation being a large river, it was more like a thin wire, that could be broken at any moment. This energy went throughout the entire body, and the Dagger seemed to have channels for this energy. This meant that Argan could only copy the movements of the physical body. It was much too difficult for him to control the energy this well.
"It seems i have to make do with these movements." Argan said. He grabbed a stick off the ground, and started to copy the movements.
5 days had passed, with Argan practicing those movements and improving his cultivation. The day of the duel, had come.