2026-06-08 15:02:12His heart leaped with excitement as he immediately lowered his head to examine it.
Nine Solar Sovereign Art:
The Supreme Martial Scripture!
Supreme solar force, unyielding and absolute.
Once mastered, it generates internal energy at an astonishing speed, greatly enhancing the body's recovery abilities. Even ordinary punches and kicks can unleash devastating force, with unmatched defensive capabilities. It renders the practitioner immune to all poisons and specifically counters any cold or darkness-based techniques.
The human body contains approximately 52 single pressure points, 300 paired pressure points, and 50 extraordinary pressure points — totaling 720 pressure points in all. Among these, 108 are vital points, with 72 being non-lethal and the remaining 36 known as "death points."
Mastering this art requires unblocking all these pressure points. Once achieved, the practitioner's energy becomes limitless, circulating and regenerating endlessly.
A supreme martial technique?
What exactly is a supreme martial technique?
A flicker of confusion flashed in Dorian's eyes.
From his inherited memories, he knew that martial techniques in the Aethermoor Continent were categorized into four tiers: Mortal, Mystic, Earth, and Heaven.
But if he recalled correctly, even the most prestigious martial academy in the vast Ironveil Kingdom — Stormcrest Martial Academy — only possessed Mystic-tier techniques.
As for Earth-tier techniques... those likely existed only within the legendary sects.
As for Heaven-tier techniques...
Forgive his ignorance, but he had never heard of such a thing existing anywhere.
And yet, right before his eyes, there now lay a supreme martial arts manual that transcended even that...
Just how powerful was this technique?
Brimming with curiosity, Dorian flipped through the pages of the Nine Solar Sovereign Art manual. As he finished, the book dissolved into shimmering starlight, merging directly into his mind.
The pathways of energy circulation, the methods of cultivation — all of it was instantly engraved into his memory!
A sharp glint flashed in Dorian's eyes!
Was it just his imagination?
Even though his cultivation realm hadn't advanced, he felt an overwhelming surge of power, as if he could now punch a mid-level Two-Star martial artist to death with a single blow!
Was this technique seriously this insane?
A thrill of excitement pulsed through Dorian's heart.
"Whoa, calm down, calm down... The path of martial arts is endless. This is just the beginning..."
Dorian took a deep breath, willing himself to settle his racing thoughts.
But just as he was about to immerse himself in meditation and explore the profound mysteries of the Nine Solar Sovereign Art—
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A sharp knock echoed at the door.
"Who could it be at this hour?" Dorian frowned slightly but still walked over to answer it.
Two strangers stood on his doorstep. One was short and stocky, the other had a weaselly face with sharp, pinched features. Though Dorian didn't recognize them, the condescending sneers they wore were all too familiar.
Narrowing his eyes, he spoke coolly, "What brings you here so late?"
"Well, well, if it isn't Dorian the Useless!" The sharp-faced youth's eyes lit up with mock delight.
"Hahaha! We heard you hadn't shown up at the academy for days — thought you'd kicked the bucket!" The stocky one chimed in, laughing derisively.
"Morons."
Without another word, Dorian slammed the door shut in their faces, leaving them coughing in a cloud of dust.
"...?!"
For a moment, the two stood frozen in disbelief — then erupted in fury.
Damn it!
How dare this worthless trash act so arrogantly in front of them?!
"BAM!"
The short, stocky young man kicked the door open with a powerful stomp, sending it flying off its hinges. The two barged into Dorian's room, their faces twisted with rage.
Dorian stood with his back to them, his expression now cold and detached.
"Speak. Who sent you?"
There was no such thing as a random provocation — someone had to be behind it.
As soon as Dorian finished speaking, the stocky youth who had entered first sneered.
"Dorian the Useless, you've got some nerve! You kicked the backside of a woman Brother Warren had his eyes on, and you think hiding at home will save you?"
Got it!
Brother Warren?
That would be Warren Cole, the prodigy from the third-year class of Duskfall Academy, already at the late Two-Star stage of cultivation.
So, this was all because of one of Lyra Ashton's suitors. Dorian finally understood.
If Dorian had once been the worst of Lyra's backup options, then Warren was the frontrunner — the one most likely to win her heart.
"Why even waste words on this loser?"
The sharp-faced youth shook his head dismissively.
"True enough!"
The short, stocky youth cracked his neck with a series of loud pops, then glared at Dorian with a sneer.
"Alright, Dorian the Useless, Brother Warren's orders were clear — beat you so badly even your own mother wouldn't recognize you. So, you better—"
"Shut your mouth!"
Before the stocky youth could finish, Dorian's expression turned icy. Channeling his energy, he spun around and delivered a vicious punch straight to the man's face — lightning-fast!
THUD!
A sickening crunch echoed as the stocky youth howled in pain, soaring backward through the air. Bloodied teeth scattered like broken pearls as his body traced a graceful arc before slamming hard into the ground.
"AAAH! My face! My teeth!"
The moment he hit the dirt, the stocky youth clutched his ruined mouth, writhing and wailing like a wounded animal.
Dorian's face was icy as he advanced step by step toward the fallen young man.
In his past life, he had been a renowned martial arts grandmaster across Valdris — fearless, indomitable, and unrivaled in dominance.
With nothing but his fists, he had forged a reputation that commanded awe and reverence from thousands.
His martial philosophy was simple: charge forward without hesitation, bowing to no one.
So what if his current strength was but a fraction of what it once had been?
Did this insignificant worm truly think he could provoke a grandmaster and walk away unscathed?
"Do... Dorian the Useless, you—"
The stocky youth lay sprawled on the ground, trembling as he pointed a shaky finger at Dorian, his face twisted in disbelief.
Rumors had painted Dorian as a weakling, a coward who never dared to fight back, no matter how much he was mocked.
So why was he suddenly so ruthless? How had he struck so swiftly — before anyone could react?
"Useless?" Dorian sneered. "Let's see who's truly worthless."
THUD!
A heavy boot came crashing down, slamming directly onto the young man's forehead. His eyes bulged — no scream, no struggle — just instant unconsciousness.
And that was with Dorian holding back. A full-force strike would have crushed his skull outright.
Only now did the sharp-faced youth behind him snap out of his daze.
Staring at the stocky young man sprawled on the ground, mouth full of blood and barely clinging to life, his face twisted in disbelief. He thrust a trembling finger at Dorian and shrieked,
"Dorian the Useless! You — you actually beat Brother Warren's man half to death! You're dead! You hear me? Dead!"
"Dead, am I?"
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
8
One by one, they leapt to their feet, rushing toward Dorian in a clamor of competing offers."Dorian Ash, is it? I'm the enrollment officer from Ironwall Martial Academy. We would be absolutely thrilled to have you join us —""Dorian, I represent Goldleaf Martial Academy from Ashenveil City. Though it's a bit farther from Ironveil City, if you're willing to come, I can personally request additional rewards from the academy!""That's right, Dorian! Name your terms — whatever you want, we will do our best to meet your demands if you choose our academy!""Dorian, let's be honest — Stormcrest Martial Academy is prestigious, no doubt. But it's packed with geniuses, the competition is cutthroat, and the pressure would crush most people. Why not consider Emberfield Martial Academy instead?"The enrollment officers served as representatives of their respective martial academies, scouting talented new disciples from local training schools across the region.Recruiting exceptional students mean
7
As a late-stage Two-Star martial prodigy, Warren's explosive power in his rage had far surpassed the maximum strength recorded in the assessment — reaching a staggering 1,200 pounds of force!With a grip like that, even solid hardwood would snap instantly — let alone the fragile human throat.Warren was beyond furious.Being repeatedly looked down upon by someone he considered worthless was something his pride simply could not tolerate.Though he wouldn't dare kill Dorian outright in this setting, he was determined to cripple him beyond recovery — ensuring this nobody could never even dream of becoming a true martial artist."Incredible!"Below the platform, hundreds of third-year students watching the confrontation gasped in shock.That speed, that power — most of them wouldn't stand a chance if they were up there. Dorian seemed as good as finished.On the high platform, the recruitment officers from various martial academies, Dean Aldren, the vice deans, and Elder Harwick — all watc
6
The group exchanged bewildered glances, the absurdity of the situation sinking in.Warren's sneer froze on his lips.Lyra's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, as if she couldn't trust her own ears.Up on the high platform, the thirty-two recruitment officers from martial academies across the kingdom exchanged looks, each seeing a flicker of astonishment in the others' eyes.At first glance, that young man had seemed utterly unremarkable, and rumors of his expulsion as a poor student had made them dismiss him outright.But this result — how could it be so extraordinary?!They were all well aware of the unspoken rules of the academy's assessments. In other words, that young man named Dorian Ash was nothing short of a genuine prodigy!Let it be known —These recruitment officers had years, some even over a decade, of experience under their belts. They had assessed countless students, yet —Those who achieved a perfect score were rarer than one in a hundred!Incredible!To think that in
5
On the high platform, Dean Aldren had initially believed that given his prestigious position in the academy and the sheer authority in his furious reprimand, Dorian — the weak and cowardly underdog — would be trembling in fear, too intimidated to resist, and would simply slink away in disgrace.But!Instead, he saw Dorian standing perfectly still, his gaze unwavering and devoid of fear, even carrying a hint of amusement as he met the dean's eyes."Dean Aldren, if you want to expel me, fine. But I've paid the full tuition for this semester. There's no reason to bar me from taking the final assessment, is there?""You —!"8:43 AMDean Aldren's eyes bulged with rage. He hadn't expected this boy to dare talk back to him!Noticing the impatient expressions of the martial academy recruiters nearby, the dean quickly sneered and snapped at Dorian."Fine! You're no longer a student of Duskfall Academy anyway. Take this last exam and then get the hell out!"He then turned to the recruiters with
4
With a calm flick of his sleeve, Dorian glanced at Elder Harwick and said coolly, "Oh, go ahead and expel me if you want. Either way, I'm taking today's entrance exam."Without another word, he brushed past Elder Harwick and strode into Duskfall Academy."Damn it! You'd rather take the hard way than the easy one — ungrateful bastard!"Watching Dorian's defiant figure disappear into the academy, Elder Harwick clenched his fists, his face darkening with rage.Then, he quickly followed after him.......The Martial Hall — Duskfall AcademyThis was where Duskfall Academy held its entrance exams.The dean and vice deans of Duskfall Academy were all present, standing respectfully alongside over thirty stern-faced martial academy representatives from across the kingdom, each exuding formidable auras.Every single one of the thirty-two martial academies in the Ironveil Kingdom had sent their enrollment officers.Hundreds of third-year students stood in orderly rows across the vast hall, await
3
Dorian slowly lifted his head, his expression chillingly blank as he fixed his gaze on the sharp-faced youth. "Seems like... you still don't quite grasp your current situation."His voice was like the bite of midwinter, sending an icy shudder down the other's spine.Then their eyes met."Ah... ah..."The sharp-faced youth felt as if he were staring into the abyss — Dorian's dark, fathomless eyes radiated a bone-deep cold, like a bloodthirsty predator had locked onto him.His scrawny frame trembled uncontrollably, his pupils dilating in terror.His mouth gaped soundlessly before his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed in a dead faint.He had actually passed out from sheer fright."Pathetic. With a will that weak, what's the point of practicing martial arts?"Dorian glanced down at the unconscious youth with disdain, shaking his head in cold amusement.Without another word, he grabbed both the sharp-faced weakling and the stocky thug by their collars and hurled them out the door like dis
You may also like
My Reality-Changing System
M_jief56.5K viewsLevel Up With My Bastard System in Fantasy World
Oceanna Lee27.5K viewsHarem: The Wrath of Mjolnir
Herolich22.4K viewsGetting a Technology System in Modern Day
Agent_04765.7K viewsThe Necromancer King
Chizzy Writes 1.1K viewsLeveling Up With My Legendary System
Perez Kalev 257 viewsPrimal Hunter Volume 6
Zogarth134 viewsUrban Divine Doctor System
Ahyman312 views