Chapter 011: Photographic Memory

Wang Bo had seen the plot, so of course he was very familiar with the Heavenly Mountain Sect, and could even clearly recount the grudges between several people. However, he did not tell the Heaven-Demon Lord; instead, he said vaguely, "I wanted to obtain the Northern Dark Divine Art, so naturally I paid attention to the Heavenly Mountain Sect and gathered some intelligence."

The Heaven-Demon Lord nodded. He had also done such things as investigating a target beforehand.

This was nothing unusual.

Knowing yourself and knowing your enemy leads to a hundred victories without a single loss—this was the most basic principle.

Back when he fell into demonhood, the reason he could kill his parents and elder brother, destroy the Divine Dao Alliance, and establish the Evil Dao Alliance was, on one hand, because his family had no suspicion of him, and on the other, because he was too familiar with the Divine Dao Alliance and his family.

This familiarity was ingrained in his bones, so much so that when he fought his father, he could completely guess what his father's next move would be.

Because of this, he could easily kill his parents and brother and destroy the Divine Dao Alliance.

Thinking of past events, a shadow of gloom appeared on the Heaven-Demon Lord's face.

Wang Bo was not entirely sure what the Heaven-Demon Lord was thinking. Seeing the gloom on his face, he thought that what he had just said had displeased the Heaven-Demon Lord, after all, the Heaven-Demon Lord owed Su Xinghe a favor.

So Wang Bo lightly changed the subject and said, "After the Star Faction comes knocking, you can make a move and kill Ding Chunqiu, but his corpse belongs to me. You want to repay Su Xinghe's favor, and I want to use Ding Chunqiu's corpse to exchange for the Northern Dark Divine Art."

The Heaven-Demon Lord was startled. He swept his gaze over Wang Bo a few times, then nodded in agreement.

"Fine!"

He was now counting on Wang Bo to send him back, so he was unwilling to fall out with Wang Bo. It was just Ding Chunqiu's corpse; giving it away was no big deal.

After a pause, he heard Wang Bo say, "By the way, I'll give you a copy of the Northern Dark Divine Art."

The Heaven-Demon Lord was shocked. If the Northern Dark Divine Art could truly bring the dead back to life, it must be an astonishing divine art. "Are you really willing to give it to me?"

"It's no big deal," Wang Bo said calmly. "The Northern Dark Divine Art, at its core, is just a martial art, a kind of knowledge. You killed Ding Chunqiu, so why not give you a copy?"

The Heaven-Demon Lord marveled. Though Wang Bo spoke lightly, putting himself in Wang Bo's shoes, he and Wang Bo were not related by blood or friendship. If he himself possessed the Northern Dark Divine Art, he would definitely not hand it over to the other.

The reason was simple: why should he?

But Wang Bo was willing to give him a copy of the Northern Dark Divine Art. Such magnanimity filled him with admiration.

"Brother Wang, I toast you with tea in place of wine!"

"You're too kind."

Wang Bo picked up a cup of tea and clinked it against the Heaven-Demon Lord's teacup.

The Heaven-Demon Lord drained the tea in one gulp and said freely, "The Northern Dark Divine Art can bring the dead back to life; I do covet it. But I won't take it for nothing. I have three saber techniques, three sword techniques, and three divine skills, which I can teach you in full."

Wang Bo said in surprise, "These are your ultimate skills."

"They are not as precious as the Northern Dark Divine Art. Please do not refuse, Brother Wang," said the Heaven-Demon Lord.

"Alright then!" Wang Bo had originally been too lazy to learn, but seeing the Heaven-Demon Lord's earnestness, he finally nodded. As the saying goes, many debts don't weigh you down, many lice don't itch, and many skills... don't burden you!!

Moreover, the three saber techniques, three sword techniques, and three divine skills were indeed worth learning.

Seeing Wang Bo agree, the Heaven-Demon Lord wasted no time. He picked up Star Calamity and Grief Madness and began demonstrating before Wang Bo and Diana, reciting the formulas while explaining the key points one by one.

After hearing it once, Wang Bo learned it.

This was not because he was exceptionally gifted, but because his brain operated at an astonishing speed, already reaching the level of photographic memory. For things like martial arts, once seen, they could not be forgotten.

Fearing that Wang Bo might not understand, the Heaven-Demon Lord demonstrated three times in total. Streams of sword qi and saber qi crisscrossed the void, layer upon layer, raising a thousand waves, leaving one in awe.

After finishing, the Heaven-Demon Lord sat back down and asked, "Brother Wang, are there any points you don't understand?"

"No," Wang Bo shook his head and said, "I've already learned it."

The Heaven-Demon Lord's mouth twitched. He looked at Wang Bo with half-belief. His three saber techniques, three sword techniques, and three divine skills were the essence of his strength.

Even for the most gifted genius, it would be impossible to learn them after just a few viewings.

So he suspected that Wang Bo was humoring him, perhaps looking down on his martial arts, but because he himself had been too eager earlier, Wang Bo found it hard to refuse.

Of course, it was also possible that Wang Bo's strength was so profound that, from a higher perspective, he could learn his martial arts at a glance.

This was not impossible; the Heaven-Demon Lord himself was an example.

At his current level, he could learn third-rate martial arts from the martial world at a glance, even innovate upon them. Even first-rate martial arts, he could learn after practicing a few times.

Because of this, the Heaven-Demon Lord was half-convinced, not entirely disbelieving.

Wang Bo saw the Heaven-Demon Lord's doubt. He flicked his finger and shot out a sword qi. The sword qi burst apart in midair, turning into a dense shower of fine sword qi that advanced layer upon layer, one wave after another, ten waves after ten.

The Heaven-Demon Lord recognized it at a glance: this move was one of his three saber techniques.

Endless Saber Strikes!

Only, Wang Bo had used invisible sword qi to demonstrate it.

This was something even the Heaven-Demon Lord could not do.

"Brother Wang is truly formidable."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw dazzling lightning erupt from Diana, who had been sitting silently beside Wang Bo.

The lightning swirled around her like a whirlwind, breaking the wind and splitting rocks. The lightning seemed sentient, coiling around Diana, able to advance or retreat, flexible or rigid, its power not to be underestimated!

Though it was lightning, the Heaven-Demon Lord saw in it the meaning of the final move of his three sword techniques: Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

The Heaven-Demon Lord's mouth twitched again. Were all people nowadays monsters?

He had only demonstrated three times, and the other party had already learned his ultimate moves, even using their own abilities to unleash them.

Such comprehension was too terrifying.

After a while, Diana retracted her lightning and nodded to the Heaven-Demon Lord.

Though the Heaven-Demon Lord was inferior to her in strength, he was indeed formidable in the application of techniques. The three saber techniques, three sword techniques, and three divine skills had given her great inspiration.

With these techniques, she could wield her divine power with greater ease.

Wang Bo, watching from the side, felt a bit pained. He always felt that Diana was going down the wrong path. As a demigod, shouldn't she strengthen her bloodline, amplify her power, and follow the path of overwhelming force? Why practice techniques?

Oh well, as long as she's happy!