As a martial artist, no matter where you are, remaining calm in the face of danger is the most basic requirement. If you panic and run around just because you suddenly arrive in an extremely unfamiliar place, neglecting the most fundamental exploration of your surroundings and your own safety, then you are definitely not a qualified martial artist.

Obviously, William Lincoln is able to control himself very well.

"Is this battle energy?"

William Lincoln quietly sensed the faint yet explosive energy in the palm of his hand.

Battle energy, the cultivation system shared by all humans in this world, is a mysterious energy passed down from the gods, the only one that can be cultivated to the divine level.

It has been three days since he was devoured by that true dragon aura and reincarnated into this world full of divine faith. Three days were enough for William Lincoln to digest all the lingering memories in Lin Cheng's mind.

In this world ruled by the Lord of the Divine Sword—James Lincoln—waging war on the battlefield, mastering ultimate secrets, and achieving miraculous sword techniques are the only ways to please the gods and earn honor and merit. The amount of merit determines the degree of favor the gods bestow upon the holder, and the value of the rewards that can be exchanged from the gods. Therefore, everyone constantly strives to cultivate, participating in various tournaments held by the nations of the continent, and even those decreed by the gods themselves, displaying one spectacular battle after another to win the gods' favor and ascend to greatness.

After understanding the structure of this world, William Lincoln was briefly surprised, but was immediately overtaken by wild joy.

Because he discovered spiritual energy!

Spiritual energy!

This world actually contains spiritual energy, and in great abundance!

How could this discovery not make William Lincoln, who was struggling on Earth, ecstatic? With spiritual energy, doesn't that mean he can break through the shackles he faced on Earth and strive for the Sword Soul realm above the innate Grandmaster stage?

The Sword Soul, the miraculous realm he had dreamed of for three years.

Flooded with this ecstasy, the unease and panic he had felt about being transported to another world instantly collapsed and vanished without a trace.

As a martial artist, one might temporarily retreat, but can never admit defeat in the face of the unknown and fear. Facing new challenges with a resolute heart at all times is an essential psychological quality for a qualified martial artist. Even if he landed on a completely unfamiliar planet, it could never extinguish his determination to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts.

"Spiritual energy..." William Lincoln silently murmured in his heart.

Forming his fingers into a sword, he pointed at the wooden table in front of him. A strand of battle energy condensed at his fingertip suddenly burst forth and shot into the table. Wood chips flew everywhere, and a clear finger-sized hole pierced through the tabletop.

Withdrawing his hand, William Lincoln looked at his finger, now scraped and bleeding, and frowned slightly: "The cause of this wound is not only the reaction force from the table, but also the burst of battle energy..."

As if he couldn't feel the injury to his finger, William Lincoln once again gathered battle energy, immersing himself in analyzing and studying this new type of energy.

Half a day later, combining the memories he had digested over the past three days, William Lincoln finally gained a general understanding of battle energy.

Battle energy is full of aggression and destructiveness. Even water-attribute battle energy, the gentlest in the world, still contains considerable offensive power. Absorbing such violent and chaotic energy into the body will inevitably cause some harm, and cannot achieve the longevity effects of true qi after reaching the innate stage. No matter how high one's cultivation, it is impossible to transcend the mortal body and attain immortality like cultivators on Earth.

What is especially frightening is that as one's mastery of battle energy increases, when attempting to break through to a stage similar to the innate realm, the massive outburst of battle energy can easily harm the body, leading to death by internal explosion. In William Lincoln's memories, many swordsmen, when trying to break through to the Swordmaster stage, ended up with shattered meridians because the battle energy they suddenly absorbed was too intense.

If one truly continues to cultivate in this way, it will be nearly impossible to refine essence, energy, and spirit to condense the innate primordial spirit in the future. Trying to fuse such violent energy into the sea of consciousness would almost certainly drive the mind to collapse; becoming a vegetable would be their only fate.

"Battle energy does have its merits, but... it is not suitable for me..." William Lincoln took out a bandage from his backpack and simply wrapped the wound on his hand.

A few days of research had forced him to give up on this energy, which was born solely for destruction.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh air, William Lincoln wasted not a single moment.

He immediately focused the soul power that had been tempered through countless battles, carefully and clearly sensing every detail of his body. Even the beating of his heart and pulse was vividly reflected in his mind; he would not overlook the slightest detail. To exaggerate a bit, he could even faintly sense the sound of blood flowing within his body.

Moving his fingers, William Lincoln carefully memorized the feeling caused by the exertion and force on each joint, striving to gain complete control over his entire body.

Between two martial artists of equal strength, what is the key to victory?

It is control!