Chapter 1516: Chapter 1511: Human Pillar (20)
Such requirents are indeed rarely encountered.
Several seasoned review judges, an eager beaver, is there a better research atmosphere than this?
Fu Qian internally praised, the sound of hits against Lord Aike resonated, forming a symphony of sorts.
The person involved was completely overthinking it. Once the testing plan was clear, how could he be courteous?
Arms swung continuously, a scarlet shadow flickered, and the thoughts Lord Aike wanted to share were imdiately drawn back.
“Did it have an effect?”
This guy is really quite unrestrained, showing no concern for retaliatory repercussions later.
This excessive and carefree display even left the onsite judges shaken.
So much so that when the Tyrant’s Fist reached double-digit combos, Lady Ji Ning could no longer hold back and interrupted with a consultation.
Fu Qian still gave face, stopping almost simultaneously.
“Yes… the mind is becoming unstable, unlike the usual ntal shock, it feels like physical damage.”
Gasping for breath, Aike’s tone was just as complex as the look in her eyes towards Fu Qian.
After all, with a Demigod’s physique, without the thorny needle boosts, physical trauma was negligible.
However, the flickering eyes indicated that Aike was truthful, the ntal tornt was indeed much more intense.
“That’s good then.”
Unfortunately, Fu Qian had already beco an unfeeling academic. His response showed satisfaction.
“Looks like we’ll proceed as previously discussed, I’ll rely on you.”
The next mont, he turned around and continued speaking to Ji Ning.
Being able to show complex expressions clearly indicated the tornt level wasn’t sufficient yet.
“… Okay.”
She paused, finally realizing Fu Qian ant helping weaken the ntal resistance.
Faced with this overly professional testing posture, Ji Ning slightly hesitated before saying no more.
After all, the lead of the team beside her had already made his stance quite clear.
“Currently no changes, make the most of the ti.”
Throughout the observation, Li He reported the preliminary test results and firmly expressed support.
“There will be so discomfort, bear with it.”
Under the instruction, Ji Ning wasted no more ti, curling her palm into a tube against her lips, taking a deep breath.
This movent was quite curious, so much so that Fu Qian watched the scene resembling a blow dart.
Whoosh!
The next mont, sothing actually ca out of it.
Slender, coiled, nearly transparent.
Instead of a blow dart, it looked more like a small snake.
As it was too close, the non-sharp head had already collided with Aike.
More silently than the Tyrant’s Fist, the snake-needle rged into the skin with no trace.
This…
Aike, who seed prepared, had a hint of confusion on her face.
Fu Qian understood that the effect seed different from what she expected.
At a glance, the puzzled expression appeared even more animated than before, with no signs of weakness.
Ah—
Yet one always trusting professionals, Fu Qian wouldn’t doubt due to such trivial appearances.
Before Lord Aike could make further responses, she was once more struck by the Tyrant’s Fist, screaming almost in sync.
…
This slightly discomposed reaction wasn’t because of added force.
As a professional, controlling variables is the basic requirent.
Fu Qian was confident under his control, the variance between the first and this strike wouldn’t exceed 0.5%.
The stark contrast was due, of course, to Lady Ji Ning’s assistance.
Based on the reaction, Fu Qian, experienced in this field, had begun to understand the effect of that blow dart—Lady Ji Ning increased sensitivity instead of diminishing resistance.
Similar to sudden sensory overload, Aike, hit by that attack, found the ntal tornt from the Tyrant’s Fist greatly amplified.
This was why she seed more spirited after getting struck.
It’s undeniable this technique, though less subtle to initiate, pairs well with Miss Wen’s ability.
Envisioning the scene of snake needle combined with Beauty Kaleidoscope, Fu Qian continued to whip consecutively.
Being a Demigod, Aike quickly adjusted after the initial shock, entering a quiet dazed state.
The pressure from each strike was noticeably greater than before, soul fragnts seed to fly off in every blow.
To maximize effect, she did not change forms but maintained her fleshly body.
Yet at this mont, even the bare skin seed to emit a strange shine, as if losing its true form.
“Continue!”
And amidst this Demigod’s ordeal, Mr. Li Sr.’s voice coldly commanded for the soul whipping to persist.
…
Although he tried to keep it controlled, it was clear the elder was not pleased.
As the team radar, Fu Qian’s enticent plan apparently still yielded no results—
Just as Fu Qian was responding to the orders, another steady power swing was made with the long whip, and Mr. Li Sr., voice just falling, vanished fluidly.
As if transcending ti, hundreds, no, thousands of them, each like a real Black Gold Arc Sword, ripped simultaneously around Mr. Li Sr. who reappeared in the nursery’s corner.
As Sun Tzu taught, all warfare is based on deception.
Mr. Li Sr. lived up to his scholarly knowledge; I willingly call him the Sword Saint.
Though it happened in a flash, Fu Qian, never ceasing his observation, was the first to note the change, giving sincere praise.
Of course, Fu Qian didn’t believe this whip, yet to land, already successfully aided Mr. Li Sr. in achieving anything.
The seamless transition from shouting to striking suggested deception as the most plausible explanation.
While not sure if the hidden prey understood the ploy, the shout was ant for it.
Likely, Mr. Li Sr. had grasped sothing, using it to ease vigilance.
Despite such tactics, the results seed still unfruitful.
Under the arc’s covering, the violence seed intense enough to almost break covalent bonds, yet there was no evidence of blood or guts as a hit had occurred—
Whoosh!
Before the thought even completed, amidst the swirling sword shadows, a true golden glow crossed the sky, piercing through the void in the opposite corner of Mr. Li Sr.’s leap direction.
With rippling vibrations, a violent bloodstain splattered from what was an apparently empty void.
Finally discernible, that gleam was a weapon in Mr. Li Sr.’s other hand.
With a sharp tip, hooked wings, followed by a straight shaft.
Instead of a sword, it seed more like a strikingly long halberd.
Indeed deserving of the Sword Saint’s na!
At that mont, Fu Qian expressed genuine admiration.
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