Henry Clark's expression suddenly froze. In the next instant, as if he had seen a venomous snake or scorpion, he hurriedly drove these memories out of his consciousness, burying them deep within his mind.

These words all came from an ancient martial arts manual he had stumbled upon in his early years, called "Swallowing Origin." It had once stirred up endless turmoil in the Cloud Realm, bringing about countless bloody storms, its name spreading across the ten directions, and was regarded as forbidden by the world.

If he used this technique, it could indeed resolve the conflict in his bloodline, and might even cause his cultivation to soar. However, unless it was absolutely necessary—when truly facing a life-or-death situation—he was unwilling to touch it lightly. Especially with his dual-meridian body, it would likely bring even greater hidden dangers. At this moment, he was still hesitating.

With a bitter sigh, Henry Clark instead dispersed all the gathered essence energy throughout his limbs and bones, strengthening his body.

Especially his hands, making the muscle groups even more solid and the tendons and bones tougher.

Afterwards, he chopped down a piece of ironwood—a common material in the Cloud Realm—from a nearby grove, and used the fine steel sword in his hand to carve it into several wooden throwing knives, each about half a foot long.

Chapter 003: Six Spirits Blade Control

Standing by the carriage window, Henry Clark lifted his wrist slightly, and a streak of black light instantly shot out from his sleeve. In a flash, it was already twenty zhang outside the carriage, firmly nailing itself into a short tree with a soft "duo" sound.

"Half a fen to the left!"

Ever since someone began driving it, the Cloud-Turning Car had become even faster. The short tree used as a target flashed past in his field of vision, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

But Henry Clark narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze like an eagle's, clearly seeing that the throwing knife he had carved from ironwood had deviated slightly to the left.

Since the day they stopped to rest, three more days had passed, and there had been no further pauses.

William Harris and Ethan still, from time to time, left the carriage with a murderous aura about them. Henry Clark, on the other hand, continued to idle away inside the carriage.

Aside from daily swordsmanship and movement practice, channeling techniques to gather spiritual energy from all directions and strengthen his body, he had added a new routine: practicing with these black ironwood throwing knives.

Whenever his body grew tired, Henry Clark would stand by the window, using any nearby object as a target, and throw the knives.

In his previous life, Henry Clark was renowned for his sword, entering the ranks of the Divine Emperor game, among the Seven Emperors of the Cloud Realm. Even among the millions of worlds, he was one of the top players.

But at that time, his most feared technique was actually a throwing knife secret art, which also dominated all others.

The Six Spirits Blade Control technique was learned in "Divine Emperor." Whenever the blade was thrown, it never missed, powerful enough to slay immortals! Even during the battle of the Seven Emperors, he had never failed. Even the one famed for escape techniques, known as the Supreme Shadowless Emperor, who was his equal in reputation, also fell to his Six Spirits Blade Control.

The most unique aspect of this virtual game was that most of the martial arts and secret techniques that could be learned were recorded with detailed training methods, passed down from ancient times. They could be practiced in reality as well.

The Six Spirits Blade Control was one of the top secret martial arts among them. Although Henry Clark's meridians were not yet opened, he could already practice some of its key techniques, making his throwing knife skills no less than those of true martial artists—perhaps even superior!

With a sudden twist of his right hand, another black ironwood throwing knife appeared in Henry Clark's hand. Guided by his fingers, it spun up and down between them, producing a dazzling series of blade shadows.

Henry Clark himself closed his eyes slightly, beginning to look inward.

Without having cultivated inner breath, he knew nothing about the state of his own meridians, and it was basically impossible to truly observe his body's channels. However, with the experience of a top martial artist from his previous life, he could clearly sense every change in the muscles of his arm—the strength exerted, the degree of power and flexibility. He could even feel the stretching of tendons and the twisting of joints with perfect clarity.

In just a short while, Henry Clark gained some insight.

In three days, his throwing knife skills had gone from unfamiliar to proficient, and now he could almost hit moving targets with every throw. No one else could have achieved this. Even those with extraordinary martial talent would find it nearly impossible. Only he, relying on his near-perfect precision and constant self-reflection and adjustment, could reach this level step by step.

Yet, Henry Clark was still dissatisfied with that last throw. In the art of hidden weapons, a tiny deviation could lead to a huge error. In a martial artist's life-and-death struggle, there was no room for even the slightest mistake!

Even a deviation of half a fen was intolerable in his eyes.

The carriage continued to speed across the wilderness. Suddenly, a running Fire-Feathered Rabbit leapt into Henry Clark's view.

His pupils widened slightly, and the wooden throwing knife spinning in his right hand was instinctively shot out, turning into a streak of deep black light that pierced through the air, straight for the rabbit's throat a dozen zhang away.

In Henry Clark's vision, almost at the same time, a spray of blood burst forth. The throwing knife, without suspense, pierced a large hole through the fiery red throat. The Fire-Feathered Rabbit collapsed with a roll, falling to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, the throwing knife was still slightly off. However, this was due to the target's high-speed evasion, a variation within his acceptable range and anticipated in his prior judgment.