Tomb robbing: I was Buried alive in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, I Get Stronger by Looting Corpses - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: The Birth of a Sword Technique—Draw Sword Slash!

Yang Yi let out a long breath, exhaling slowly as he relaxed his muscles. Though there was no such thing as a “sage mode” for him, he still felt satisfied, rejuvenated even. His gaze shifted to Meng Jiangnv, who had already fallen into a deep slumber, her exhaustion evident. He sighed, feeling a bit helpless.

There was nothing he could do—his physique was simply too monstrous. And the true culprit behind his limitless endurance was none other than the Supreme Tyrant Bone. Each time he exerted himself, the bone would release waves of energy, keeping him perpetually energised and full of vitality.

A thought crossed his mind.

Could it be that my Tyrant Bone has mutated? Maybe the system anticipated this from the very beginning.

Now that he thought about it, every woman the system allowed him to “acquire” was of exceptional quality.

Is this really just a coincidence, or has the system been subtly steering my fate all along?

For now, he shook the thought away, refocusing on his training.

He dismissed the water vat into his system storage and summoned his war halberd. But as soon as he gripped it, he noticed a problem. It was too light.

Boom!

With a single casual swing, the halberd’s wooden shaft bent under the sheer force of his movement, almost snapping from the pressure. Even with perfect control, he could feel that it wouldn’t survive another full-force strike.

“This weapon won’t last another battle at my current strength.”

Although it was a high-quality halberd, it was still just a standard weapon meant for ordinary warriors. It wasn’t designed to withstand the sheer power of a Hua Jin martial artist, let alone one with nine Supreme Tyrant Bones. If he wasn’t careful, he would shatter it with his own attacks.

Letting out a low hum, he began swinging the halberd carefully, testing his control over force and momentum. Even though his strength had skyrocketed, he knew that power without control was meaningless. After a while, he lowered the weapon, sighing. It was no longer suitable for him.

He dismissed the halberd and summoned the Mohist Sword. A pitch-black short sword, forged from refined iron, gleamed under the dim light. Though it lacked the terrifying sharpness of divine weapons, it was durable, well-crafted, and deadly in close quarters. It was far more suitable for the narrow tomb corridors than a bulky halberd.

Holding the Mohist Sword, Yang Yi pondered aloud, “In an open battlefield, war halberds are king. But in tight spaces, shorter blades reign supreme.”

In a tomb like this, where movement was restricted, a draw sword technique would be far more effective. “Unfortunately, I don’t have a proper sword technique.” The realization irked him.

His gaze fell upon his remaining one year of condensed cultivation. Then, an idea lit up in his mind. Wait… why not create my own sword technique?

After all, draw sword techniques were some of the simplest yet most lethal techniques in martial arts. They relied on pure speed, precise control, and overwhelming momentum—all things he already excelled at. And most importantly, He had the system.

His eyes flashed with determination. “Let’s test it.” Even if he failed, he would only lose a single year of cultivation time. At worst, it would be a useful experience.

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“System, extract one year of condensed cultivation and dedicate it to mastering Draw Sword Slash!”

The moment the command left his lips, the system immediately activated.

Ding! 

[The host has entered condensed cultivation mode!].

[With no prior swordsmanship techniques, the host has begun developing a self-created Draw Sword Technique.].

[On the first day, you repeatedly drew your sword within the corridor, practicing for an entire day without pause.].

[Despite no immediate progress, your Supreme Tyrant Bones allowed you to perform this motion over one hundred thousand times without tiring.].

[One week passed, and though you still hadn’t developed a technique, your control over the blade became noticeably smoother.].

[After one month, you had drawn your sword millions of times. Although no official technique had formed, the blade now felt like an extension of your own body.].

[After six months, your draw speed reached inhuman levels, and you began instinctively reducing air resistance to optimize your motion.].

[By the ninth month, your speed had surpassed human perception, making your slashes near-invisible.].

[On the tenth month, your draws became so swift and fluid that even experienced warriors would struggle to react.].

[By the eleventh month, you had mastered the ability to slightly adjust your attack trajectory mid-draw, increasing unpredictability.].

[Finally, in the twelfth month, you successfully created your own sword technique—Draw Sword Slash (Entry Level)!].

Yang Yi’s breath steadied, his presence shifting subtly. His body felt different—not just stronger, but sharper, like a blade hidden in its sheath, ready to strike at any moment.

“Hummmm—”

As he opened his eyes, a faint sword aura flickered within his gaze, a testament to his year-long refinement. His hand twitched.

Clang!

In an instant, the Mohist Sword flashed out, so fast that the air barely trembled. The sword had already been drawn and sheathed before the soundwave from the movement even caught up. The space in front of him remained undisturbed—no gust, no turbulence, only absolute silence. He took a step forward, testing the range. “Within two meters, the sword will always strike first.” He smirked. “Draw Sword Slash—complete.”

Yang Yi let out a quiet laugh, savouring his success. “I actually did it… I created my own sword technique.” It was a technique built purely on speed and precision. It was silent, lethal, and unavoidable once within range. Any enemy caught off guard would be slain instantly, without even realising.

His eyes flickered toward the system evaluation.

“Entry-level?”

If this is only the beginning, then just how terrifying will a perfected version be?

He clenched the hilt of his sword, his confidence soaring.

“The system didn’t label it as a low-level technique either. Its true potential is far greater than I imagined.”

Smiling to himself, he murmured,

“So those martial arts novels weren’t wrong after all.”

The famous Draw Sword Slash wasn’t just a fantasy—it was a path to true, unstoppable lethality.

Of course, he knew the only reason he had achieved this was because of his system-enhanced condensed cultivation. If he had tried to train this manually, there was no way he could have endured the sheer monotony and repetition. He would have given up long before reaching this level. Now, however, he held a blade that could kill in an instant. And this was just the beginning.