A seventeen year old high school boy named enzo hibiki who loves playing video games and loves watching anime. When suddenly one day he got got in to trouble by helping another schoolmate being bullied and because he sense of rightousness het got himself into a big problem when the bully pull a knife out of pocket he was stabbed with a knife into his neck stomach he was left alone bleeding to  death as his tells himself that "being good is Bad and being bad is Good". As he wakes up into a magical western steam punked world where magic and technology is one he decided to become a "Magic Slinger".
A magic slinger is the one who uses guns and magic. Because of this he can use all affinity in elemental magic and a special affinity and a unique ability. An affinity in shadow and a Unique ability called "Limit Breaker" allows the user to extend his limits and increase his reaction and reflexes 10X faster than a normal human but the guild rejected him because people think his using some kind of illusion to fool them and enter the guild then he promise to all the person on the guild "I'll be back and all of you will know my name as the Strongest Outlaw"

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The Innocence, Bridge

"What flag is that ship flying?" The Captain of the Innocence called out to his bridge crew. "Which nation is it from? The Iron Kingdoms? Tri State? Or the Dragon Lords?"

"Sir, the flag it flies bears no resemblance to any known nations!" The First Officer replied. "It could be from some small country under the Loose Confederation. We spotted two demi people below."

"Then order the Sinner to destroy it!" The Captain ordered without any hesitation. "Let those lawless heretics be judged in the afterlife!"

The First Officer nodded and relayed the order to the signaller who stood outside the bridge on an open air platform. The signaller used the sun rays and started flashing a series of codes with a mirror towards the Sinner. 

A series of flashes were replied from the Sinner and it dipped lower as it reduced the amount of aetherium gas in its floatation tanks and the steam powered propellers on its sides pushed it forward towards the ocean vessel sitting in the cove.

As the Sinner came within its steam cannon range, it opened its cannon hatches and the snorts of its steam cannons poked out and popped sharply, tossing mushroom shaped projectiles wildly at its target below.

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Dijon watched the girls disappear into the foliage and muttered a prayer for them. He turned to his sailors, two who came on the earlier trip and four who joined him when they saw they had no chance to row back to the ship.

"We make a stand in the shelter of the trees and rocks here!" Dijon ordered and pointed towards a cluster of rocks and trees. Between them, they had three repeating crossbows, each a hatchet or cutlass and Dijon's remaining revolver which was part of a pair given to him as a gift. He had given one of his revolvers to Sherene and he only has enough for two reloads.

His sailors took up positions among the trees and rocks and those with the crossbows readied themselves for the approaching enemies. Dijon pointed his cutlass at the line of red clad soldiers and yelled, "Shoot them!"

The sailors worked the charging lever back and fore, spitting out thin iron bolts towards the approaching enemy. But to their dismay, the enemy soldiers took out a shield from their backpacks and continued charging forward, the shield on their arms shimmering with the glow of a magic barrier.

"How in the heavens do they each have their own personal magic barrier?" Dijon cursed. "Concentrate fire on the same target!"

The enemy started running across the beach, the soft sand making their movements slower, giving the Dijon and his men some advantage as the crossbowmen fired at the nearest target. Finally, after over half a dozen shots, the lead enemy soldier's magic barrier over his shield shattered and the soldier paused as he braced against the bolts slamming into his shield.

The enemy with the depleted shield raised his short lance up and pointed towards their positions and there was a loud pop and a gust of steam burst out from the tip of the lance. A whizz went past Dijon's ear and he ducked in reflex and saw a smoking quarrel struck into the side of a tree trunk.

"Watch out!" Dijon yelled. "They have ranged weapons!"

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Paladin Rico was in a foul mood. First, the rations on board the ship had been nothing but thin tasteless soup with hardtack and salted meat or fish for over a month. The only saving grace was there were dried fruits and watered down alcohol to break the boring fare. He did not fancy trying to pass out bricks from eating so much hard food.

Now, finally, he had gotten the chance to really stretch his body, despite the usual exercises performed on the decks. His thick boots sank into the soft sand with his weight and he clumsily ran towards the group of outlaws and faithless. 

An order from the Chief had him slipping the attachable shield out from his backpack and clipping on to his left arm. He extended the shield panels and locked them in place, which also activated the runes powered by a mana stone, creating a small barrier over the runes drawn on the surface of the shield.

He saw his fellow Paladin in the lead, a guy called Winston, who was always the most enthusiastic fellow of his squad. Always the model Paladin and always the first to get into a fight. Paladin Winston braced himself as sparks erupted from his magic barrier and he fired his steam lance at the enemy.

Rico paused next to Paladin Winston and raised his steam lance, his left hand gripping the handle just before the wrist guard while his right held on the lower part of the handle where his gloved fingers were covered over the trigger lever.

He held his steam lance up to the height of his eyes, where there was a notch groove on the wrist guard and aimed down it. Rico squeezed his right hand and the pent up steam inside the lance erupted, spewing out a bolt that disappeared somewhere among the lawless.

With a flick of his wrist, he broke the steam lance handle in half and a wooden case popped out with a hiss of hot steam. With his left hand still holding on to the lance, he dug out a fresh case the size of his palm and slot it into the opening of the steam lance before snapping the weapon back.

He twisted a dial at the rear of the lance's handle where a hose was connected to a tank of compressed steam on his backpack. The air tank magically reinforced to hold compressed steam was only good for the steam lance to fire eight times before it needed to be replaced or charged.

After he reloaded, Rico quickly dashed forward again, using his shield to block the incoming projectiles while he waited for his steam lance to charge. Once the steam lance was charged fully, a small bronze lever on the charging dial will snap into place with a loud click, trapping the steam inside the lance and preventing the user to charge the lance again till the air inside the lance was discharged.

It was a safety feature introduced as there were many accidents of green recruits overcharging their steam lance in the heat of a battle and causing the steam lance to explode. It took the steam lance less than four heartbeats to fill its reservoirs and with the loud click, Rico knew his lance was ready to be fired again.

By then he and his squad almost before the cowardly outlaws and barely half dozen of his squad were down. He spotted a half naked outlaw barely just a stone throw away among the shadows of the trees, the white of his eyes a stark contrast to his tanned features. 

He raised his steam lance to hip level and without needing to aim, he squeezed the lever and a hot gust of steam burst out and the deadly bolt slammed directly into the belly of the outlaw, bowling him over. 

An outlaw suddenly appeared from the side, swinging a fat looking blade. Rico raised his shield in reflex and parried the downward stroke and he stabbed hard into the outlaw with the tip of his steam lance. "Die you lawless bastards!"

The sharpened muzzle of the lance easily punched a hole into the torso of the screaming outlaw and the flesh around the wound sizzled as the burning hot muzzle cooked the flesh. Thankfully, Rico was wearing his helmet which helped to block some of the smells of cooked flesh. He smiled happily, feeling a lot better now that he worked off some steam.

He pulled out his lance and gave it a hard flick, tossing out a lump of cooked meat and burnt blood. Rico barely gave a glance at the dying outlaw on the ground as he followed the rest of his squad, chasing after the remaining outlaws.

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Dijon cursed as his cutlass threw up another shower of sparks from the impact on the enemy's shield. He twisted his body just in time to avoid a fatal stab of the stubby lance in the enemy's hands. He could feel the hot passage of air from the tip of the lance as he created some distance from the enemy.

He flickered his eyes around, trying to spot his men, but could only see the enemy which he stopped counting at ten. He still has five bullets left in his revolver, having fired off the rest at the start to little effect on the enemy's numbers.

Dijon took a deep breath to steady himself before he broke into laughter, "Oh... I never thought I would die on a bed, old and grey! Come you ass tarts! Your granddaddy here will kill you all!"

The enemy before him cocked his beetle like head as if trying to understand his words, but Dijon ignored that as his bloodlust rosed. He charged, swinging his cutlass down again, forcing the enemy soldier to raise his shield to block. Dijon grinned as he whipped out his revolver just as the magic barrier of the shield popped into sparks.

He shoved the muzzle of his gun directly at the bug eyed helmet and squeezed the trigger. The bark of the revolver was sharper and louder than the enemies' strange guns. The bullet drilled through the helmet of the soldier in a spray of blood and brains, yet Dijon did not stop. He bounced to the side directly at another enemy soldier and he did not need to be able to see through the helmet of the enemy to know he was surprised.

Dijon's cutlass made of tempered carbon steel, courtesy of Haven Armament Works, skimmed over the edge of the raised shield but it was too slow, as the tempered carbon steel separated the enemy's head from the body.

Dijon grabbed the still falling body and braced against it as he spotted from the corner of his eye that a couple of the enemy soldiers had raised those lances. Sure enough, two loud pops and the headless body held up by Dijon jerked and Dijon cast a spell on himself, boosting his strength. "Strength Up!"

He flung the lifeless body towards the cluster of enemy soldiers before him and ducked low as he charged his cutlass gouging deeply into a soldier's shin, creating a cry out of pain. Dijon ignored the fallen soldier and instead used his bulk to slam into the shield of one enemy before him and almost gotten skewered for his efforts.

He felt a tingling sensation from the magic barrier of the shield before both he and his target crashed to the ground. He stuck his revolver under the shield and fired a shot aimed at the neck of the enemy under him and quickly rolled away from a couple of stabs. 

The red clad soldiers spaced themselves out as they pointed the sharp ends of their lances at Dijon who gave a bloodthirsty smile at his enemies. He took in a deep breath and suddenly roared out, making the soldiers surrounding him step back.

"Come and meet your maker!" Dijon growled dangerously as he raised his revolver and swept it around him. "I let you see your ancestors!"

The enemy soldiers seemingly outraged by their earlier embarrassment, charged in with war cries of their own. Dijon leaped forward to welcome them, swinging and parrying with his blade. He emptied his revolver at the group of enemies, killing one and wounding another before he threw the useless weapon at a charging soldier.

He swung his blade endlessly, as the circle of enemies around him shrunk. A wound here and there appeared as he started to tire. Dijon cursed loudly, not giving up despite the odds. 

"Die ya bug eyed bastards! Let me send you to your ancestors! Come and die you bastards! Die!"

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"I don't want to attend that fan meeting! I don't want to join the Marvel exhibition! I don't want to participate in the film's promotion! The film is a product of the Hollywood assembly line. My presence won't affect anything. I just want to go home!"
 "I have read your email, Qin Guan, but you need to stay in America until you finish your job! My expected date of delivery is around next February. You are of no help at home right now. Plus, we call each other every day. There is no difference. Okay, I'm busy. I have to go now. Bye!" Qin Guan felt like he had been abandoned in a foreign country. He could only fall asleep by holding Cong Nianwei's photos in his arms. As a father-to-be, he was obsessed with his wife and new baby. Even the bustling American downtown couldn't fill the void in his heart.
 He had been invited to attend the largest comic exhibition in the US as a way to promote "The Dark Knight". Warner Bros. had invested a lot in the movie, with the intention of creating another superhero legend that would make box office history.
 This was the first time Qin Guan was seeing so many characters from American cartoons. Unlike the elegant, fine cartoons in Japan, American comic characters were tougher and more realistic. People had gathered in the exhibition hall from all corners of the nation, wearing all kinds of costumes.
 The average American loved superheroes. One could see DC and Marvel superheroes side by side, staring at each other with hostility.
 There was Iron Man, Spiderman, The Hulk, Batman... Qin Guan was the only guy not wearing a costume or any makeup.
 As a result, he attracted more attention than the others. I should have at least dressed up as a Doraemon. I look really odd now!
 Some people, who had gone there specifically for him, spotted Qin Guan immediately. The girls, who had seen Qin Guan in the film's poster, thought that he was most likely the most handsome villain in film history.
 It was interesting how many humans liked villains. The Batman exhibition was occupied by those girls, who were wearing different costumes and makeup. Their long legs shocked the other introverts in attendance.
The girls rushed over to Qin Guan, screaming, "My love! My Joker! Please take me away! I'll be your slave forever!" Aren't beautiful girls supposed to love superheroes? Costume stores had welcomed plenty of customers that day. As a result, villain costumes had been almost sold out.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

"This is a cotton seed that can be grown to weave clothes. It's much more comfortable and cheaper than leather. It's a subtropical crop that can be planted in areas to the north, close to Great Xia." Ren Baqian placed a few bags in front of Ge Yihong.
Nowadays, several kinds of high-yield crops had already been promoted throughout the entirety of Dayao. There were even traces of these crops in Tianjing Basin. The food shortage problem was starting to resolve, and the Department of Agriculture and Livestock could now put more focus into other areas.
Cotton was naturally the primary economic crop. The market was vast and closely related to people's livelihoods.
After all, Dayao's weather was very hot all year round. Clothes made of cotton would be much cooler than leather. They would be both more breathable and finer than coarse cloth. After mass planting, the price could even be cheaper than the coarse cloth that was currently being used in Dayao, and it would be attractive enough.
Whether it was for personal use or for selling to the Yun Nation, it would create high value.
Of course, although clothes made of animal hide were hot, they also had advantages: they were sturdier.
The aboriginals fought with beasts all the time, so the sturdy animal hide clothes wouldn't be replaced in the near future.
Cotton was of huge importance to Ren Baqian, but this wasn't the case for Ge Yihong. After all, compared to clothes, he preferred crops such as sweet potatoes, potatoes, and pumpkins that could fill one's stomach.
Ren Baqian guessed this when he saw Ge Yihong's expression, but there would be development if there was demand. Once cotton appeared on the market and the prices of some crops started to fall, Ge Yihong would then be able to realize its value.
"This is sugar cane. It's sweet like honey. The most important thing is that it has a high yield. It's a good plant and can also be used to make white sugar."
"Sugar?" Ge Yihong emphasized this word. "The thing that merchants brought from the Yun Nation?"
"Yeah, that's right. It's even better than theirs." Ren Baqian was highly confident.
In fact, he knew what kind of sugar it was that the merchants brought from the Yun Nation… The palace had always used honey.
However, limited to this era, Ren Baqian felt that the merchants' sugar wouldn't be at the same level as white sugar. As such, he was very confident in it.
Sugar cane wasn't merely a type of plant. The most important thing was to introduce a new type of seasoning to the market. After that, he could open a sugar factory.
He had enough confidence in the prospects of a sugar factory.
The empress alone could consume half of its production.
He had even thought about the name of the factory since there wouldn't be anyone who could sue him for infringement.
After confirming that Ge Yihong was paying enough attention to the sugar cane, Ren Baqian took out the last item, the one that he valued the most.
"These are sunflowers and peanuts. Their fruit can be used as food, and 500 kilograms of it can be harvested from one mu of land. Its oil can also be extracted. They aren't as greasy as animal fat and the price is very low. This is very important, so we must arrange it as soon as possible," Ren Baqian urged. 
With these seeds, he felt that in the future, it might be a common sight for people to fight on the streets with onlookers snacking on peanuts and sunflower seeds.
However, he didn't tell Ge Yihong his real intention since Ge Yihong wouldn't understand it anyway.
Ren Baqian's real intention was biodiesel.
Although the steam locomotive was still being stored at the warehouse outside the city, he had already set his sights on another product that would change the times. 
It wasn't a car, but a tractor!
In all of Dayao, there were only three to four million aboriginals who resided outside the Sixty Thousand Mountains. The Yun Nation was only half the size of Dayao, but it had a population of seven to eight million. This population, scattered over such a large area of land, was equivalent to scattering beans in the desert.
Not only did these three to four million people need to feed off of and cultivate the land, the various factories of today also required labor, regardless of whether it was a salt well, a steel factory, or a cannery.
There was also the replenishment logistics of the army and the militia of the cities… Three or four million people scattered over such a large region of land was also similar to scattering beans in the desert.
In order to resolve this situation, part of the population had to be transferred out of the Sixty Thousand Mountains and part of them had to be liberated from the fields.
The tractor would be an excellent solution.
It was sturdy and easy to maintain. With its capabilities, it was able to do farm work and even transport goods. Although it was far worse than a car, compared to an oxcart, it was a turtle and snail race.
Also, compared to oxcarts, tractors would be less affected by the terrible conditions of the land in Dayao.
In Ren Baqian's eyes, nothing was more suitable for Dayao's current situation than the tractor.
Even manufacturing tractors wasn't considered too big of a problem.
The only problem was energy.
At present, there weren't any traces of natural oil in this world, so biodiesel had become the only choice.
As a result, these two crops were the most important to Ren Baqian.
"I got it. I'll make arrangements, Ge Yihong promised after seeing how serious Ren Baqian was.
Ren Baqian's value had long since been established through the introduction of various new products. These included glass, high-yield crops, solar-powered furnaces, and steam engines. If there was something that he valued, it must be good.
Although Ge Yihong didn't know what Ren Baqian's objective was, his thoughts were as simple as what he had voiced out. 
Anyway, in the worst-case scenario, it could still be used as food.
There would never be a problem of having too many varieties of food.
Afterward, Ren Baqian took out some soybeans, which were also a high value type of crop. They could be used to make oil, tofu, miso, and soy milk… 
Coupled with sugar cane, he was very much looking forward to the discussion that would arise in Dayao regarding whether soy milk and soft tofu should be sweet or savory.
The war between the supporters of sweet and savory would then spread from Earth to this world.
The only problem was that the empress would definitely be a supporter of the sweet side.
After leaving the Department of Agriculture and Livestock, Ren Baqian and his bodyguards witnessed a fight as they were returning to the palace.
However, it was a little different from usual this time. The combatants were fighting with blades.
After the occupation of the Yun Nation, Dayao gained a large quantity of iron ore and no longer had to worry about a shortage of weapons The weapons recovered from the Yun Nation and Great Xia, coupled with the production of iron ore from Mount Damo, allowed steel products to appear on the market at a much lower price.
A large number of weapons appeared on the market, and the first problem had already arisen.
The fights between aboriginals had evolved from using fists to wielding blades.
Ren Baqian sat on his mount and watched the brawl that was surrounded by a crowd. He frowned and yelled at his bodyguards, "Take them to the Public Order Bureau."
"Yes Sir." One of the bodyguards behind him jumped directly into the scene and pinned both fighters down without much effort.
After seeing that the excitement was gone, all the enthusiastic people nearby started to scatter.
Ren Baqian frowned, returned to the empress's quarters, and saw several palace maids taking her measurements. She didn't look too happy letting them circle around her with a ruler.
After standing aside and waiting for a long time, the palace maids came over and took his measurements.
"Your Majesty, this is…?" Ren Baqian felt a little lost. 
The empress rolled her eyes at him and picked up the tablet before preparing to watch a television series.
Ren Baqian quickly came to a realization and understood that this was probably for the wedding outfit.
After the palace maids left, he sat beside the empress and looked over. She seemed to be watching a fantasy-romance-magical-action-ethics-sci-fi drama?
Ren Baqian cleared his throat and said, "Your Majesty, I witnessed something on the way back and feel that it wasn't a good phenomenon."
"Oh?" The empress didn't intend to pay attention to him, but turned her head around after hearing what he said.
After he explained what he saw, she looked at him in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"
"They are fighting with blades!" Ren Baqian looked solemn.
"And then?" The empress continued to look at him as if she was waiting for something to happen.
…
Ren Baqian had to admit that fighting with blades wasn't as serious to her as it was to himself.
This was an ideological difference between a world where martial arts were respected and the modern age of peace.
"Compared to fists, fighting with blades is more likely to cause unnecessary casualties," Ren Baqian said in a serious tone. This was especially the case when the aboriginals were hot-headed.
"However, I can't possibly outlaw them from carrying weapons!" the empress replied casually.
In the hearts of the aboriginals, the importance of fighting against beasts with weapons wasn't something that he could experience. 
Ren Baqian initially had the idea of imposing a ban on using blades, even if it would only apply in the city.
However, he had another idea, which he felt was more feasible.
"Your Majesty, we can't possibly allow them to always fight on the street over small matters," Ren Baqian responded.
The empress pondered for a bit and said, "The imperial court doesn't have a good way of dealing with this. Even if they were to be flogged with a whip and rendered unable to get out of their beds for three days, once they get hot-headed, they would simply leave it all behind. Furthermore, it isn't appropriate to make the punishment too strict. After all, fighting and courage are fundamental to aboriginals."
One would have to suffer from lashes of a whip if he were to fight in Lan City. This whip was covered with barbs and three lashes of it could tear off pieces of flesh.
However, this didn't stop their enthusiasm for fighting.
"So, stopping them wouldn't work as well as permitting them," Ren Baqian replied.
Seeing that the empress was looking at him, he added, "Build a fighting ground in the city or a wrestling ring or an arena. If there's a conflict, they can only settle the score in the arena. Most importantly, they will have to pay money. If they privately fight in the city, the punishment will be more severe."
Since three lashes weren't enough to make them clear-headed, it would be 30 lashes instead.
They would be able to clearly judge whether taking 30 lashes or fighting it out in the arena was the better choice.
Besides, making the trip down to the arena would be more than enough time for them to clear their minds.
Even if they still had to fight, they wouldn't easily suffer casualties under the constraints of the arena.
With the number of fights in the city every day, as long as a small fee was collected each time, Ren Baqian felt hopeful that the arena would generate revenue!
When he explained his thoughts, the empress's eyes lit up. 
She replied, "I actually hadn't thought of this. I don't need to beat anyone up, yet this also improves the law and order of the land. I will raise this topic at the morning court session. I don't think there will be many objections to this." 


In a world where its inhabitants can destroy a city wall single-handedly, the empress has a kirin as her pet, and the imperial palace of Great Xia has a pool containing a dragon. There is also a Sword Mountain where spirit swords occasionally leave in search of a master .

Bootlicking the empress, Ren Baqian ascended to the apex of life.　　

TLDR: I will be taking a break from the eighth to the thirteenth of May. It's a shorter break than usual since the book is quite short. So yeah, see you in five days. 

Yoyoyo! Pondayo! How have you all been! I've been doing great, thank you very much!

Alright, first things first, the reason why this book is short is because of the contents of the story. I only wanted to write something about the Summit, since it was such an integral part of the overall storyline. The joining of the three superpowers and the rise of the Black Masks signifies the second act of Spirit Immortal. Furthermore, it has finally set the tone for future books where the Black Masks gets to take centre stage, instead of academy rivals or competition between nations. 

There's one vital aspect of Book 7 that I wanted to get across to you guys though. And that is the existence of Lukman. When Shin first awakened his innate spiritual ability, the power to create and manipulate water, it was set that he would learn from a sand-wielding counterpart in a later book. That's why Shin hasn't been experimenting with his first spiritual ability for all this time. He just wasn't shown the way just yet. Of course, that's all going to change, and in Book 8, I finally get to write him as the badass that I'd always imagined he'll be. 

So don't worry, the pace of the story will speed up now. I know I've made that promise many times before, but this time, it really is the case. Everything will now revolve around Shin's potential and strengthening as a character. 

Also, Shin's meeting with Longyu Tian and the Luminaries from the Lantis Republic. That was a key focal point of the book that I've wanted to highlight. I'm sure many of you have guessed it by now, in fact, some had already figured it out since he awakened the Sovereign Koi, but Shin's Spirit isn't as innocent as it seems… Stay tuned to find out!

Oh, and Book 7 is also a homage to many Wuxia shows/comic books that I'd read/watched growing up. The most obvious one would be Jin Yong's books and a comic book that my uncle follows and reads to me sometimes, 'Oriental Heroes.' Also known as, Long Hu Men or Dragon Tiger Gate. I'm not sure if any of you had caught on, so I'll explain it one by one. 

The first one would be the names of the five main Master Sects of the Kori Federation. Dragon Tiger Gate, Shaolin Temple, Emei Church. These three were homages to the Wuxia background that I've read, while the other two, Khan Tribe and Dalgeom Sect, are mostly my own creations. Yes, yes, Khan is part of the Mongolian lore, but let's not get into that just yet. There's bigger fish to fry.

In many popular Wuxia fictions, the Shaolin Sect and Emei Sect were two prominent organisations. Shaolin Sect always had upright and moral men, while the Emei Sect only admitted women into their ranks. The martial arts that they used, like Brahmadhvaja Kittichat, are mostly taken from the fictions that I've read. For instance, Golden Bell Shield, Varja Body and the Iron Shirt technique are all Shaolin Sect's martial arts.

Lorian Yang's Yang Sun Spirit is actually a play on Xiao Hu from 'Oriental Heroes' and Xiao Hu's Jiu Yang Shen Gong, which literally translates to Nine Suns Divine Technique. Just like Xiao Hu, Lorian Yang creates nine suns around him, which gives him superhuman strength, regeneration and 'Qi.'

So I tried playing around with the Wuxia techniques that I know and were in awe in and placed them into this novel. Hoped you enjoyed them! Yes, yes. I know I hadn't added in popular martial arts like the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Yijingjing, the Palm of Buddha and so on and so forth. But honestly, do you guys really want to read a never-ending tournament where Luminaries from each nation showcased all of their moves? The whole point of the tournament was to create an atmosphere where Shin and Lukman could spar so that Shin could learn how to manipulate water from him! 

Alright, I'm so pumped up to continue writing Book 8! Let me spoil something for you. The ending of Book 8 was something that I've planned long ago. Even before I came up with the name Spirit Immortal or when I conceived of Shin and Ariel! How, you ask? Why don't you read and find out?

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