The following night, at the Ji Po Jue Arena.
The match between Zhou Yuanjue and Dai Yisheng had drawn a moderate amount of attention.
It wasn't a pivotal, high-stakes battle, but Zhou Yuanjue himself was a figure of considerable interest. Dai Yisheng had also garnered so attention due to his age and a few miraculous performances in his previous fights. As a result, the atmosphere in the arena was quite lively.
DING DING DING!
As the bell rang from above, Zhou Yuanjue and Dai Yisheng entered from opposite ends of the arena, taking their positions in the center.
Zhou Yuanjue was dressed in a black Martial Arts Uniform. He was tall, his expression calm, and his every move carried a powerful aura.
In contrast, the white-haired Dai Yisheng stood around six feet tall. Though his fra was still robust, his muscles had inevitably atrophied with age, losing their once-sharp definition.
His facial skin was still relatively taut, and he wore a faint, crinkly-eyed smile. One could still glimpse the handso charm of his youth in his features.
What surprised Zhou Yuanjue, however, was that the old man hadn't bothered with a Martial Arts Uniform. Instead, he was dressed in shorts and a shirt with a distinct island-beach vibe, looking as if he had just returned from a day at the seaside.
"Don't give that look," Dai Yisheng said, watching Zhou Yuanjue with a faint smile. He seed completely unfazed by his opponent's powerful physique and aura. "I hate to admit it, but my body is old. A head-on fight with you is unrealistic, so what I wear doesn't really matter, does it?"
"That's true. At your age, your body has weakened," Zhou Yuanjue said calmly. "According to your data, you use a type of Spiritual Attack ford by a Heart's Desire Bursting Out. However, a Heart's Desire Bursting Out requires the mind and body to resonate in order to affect others. Both the body and mind must reach a considerable level of strength."
"And yet, at your age, you can still crush opponents with your mind alone. I'm very curious as to what thod you use to bypass the body's influence."
"You'll find out soon enough. Whether you can uncover the secret will depend on how capable you are."
The smile on Dai Yisheng's face slowly faded, his expression growing serene as his will rapidly condensed and turned inward.
"You were right. For the mind to affect a living being, it must resonate with the body. During this conversion, just like any transfer of energy, so loss is inevitable. But what if the resonance between body and mind approached a state of one hundred percent perfection?"
Dai Yisheng lowered his gaze, revealing no trace of an aura, yet Zhou Yuanjue's pupils constricted sharply.
Through his spiritual intuition, he detected a subtle change occurring within Dai Yisheng's body.
Certain points of light began to glow on his body.
Soon, these points of light multiplied, emitting a pure, white radiance that gradually enveloped his entire body.
To Zhou Yuanjue's spiritual intuition, the man's body seed to be truly radiating a pearlescent white light.
It was akin to both the "Body Generating Golden Light" of the Daoist Family and the "Glazed Jade Body" of the Buddhist Family.
Suddenly, sothing clicked in Zhou Yuanjue's mind. He recalled the positions of the first points of light that had appeared.
They seed to correspond to the hundreds of Acupoints on the human body.
'Light from a hundred acupoints, a body of glazed jade.'
Dai Yisheng slowly raised his right hand, extending his palm.
Zhou Yuanjue sensed sothing coalescing in his palm. The light covering Dai Yisheng's body was faintly funneling imnse ntal Power into the radiance cupped in his hand.
There was no powerful aura, no terrifying spiritual phenonon, yet Zhou Yuanjue felt an involuntary, bone-chilling sense of threat.
It was as if the ball of light in Dai Yisheng's hand possessed a soul-shakingly sharp edge.
'What in the world is that...?'
Zhou Yuanjue's eyes narrowed. Spurred on by the sense of threat, he instantly tensed the muscles all over his body and entered the state of Free Will. His mind and body resonated, and driven by his imnse physical power, he unleashed a Heart's Desire Bursting Out to its fullest extent.
SKREEE!!
A colossal Firebird spread its wings behind him, its ferocious aura and a wave of intense heat lashing madly at Dai Yisheng's spirit.
At that very mont, the object in Dai Yisheng's hand seed to be complete. He simply extended his hand and pushed it forward.
WHOOSH!!
To Zhou Yuanjue's spiritual senses, a streak of light moved at an incredible speed, gone in a flash.
'To sever all mortal dust, to roam the world with absolute freedom.'
KREEEE!!
An intense and incomparably sharp Spiritual Will collided with the Flaming Giant Bird behind him. The giant bird's talons desperately blocked the streak of light, but in the collision, even his tenacious will showed signs of being cleaved apart.
At that mont, his spirit finally perceived the attack's true form: it was a three-foot-long sword, shimring with white light!
'His spirit was a sword.'
'A Flying Sword?'
In an instant, Zhou Yuanjue recalled the ancient, magical legends of Donghua Country.
A Flying Sword, a flash of white light, capable of taking a head from a thousand miles away!
However, that was clearly an exaggeration. The ancients always had a tendency to overstate the mysterious and profound.
'The so-called "Flying Sword" isn't so mysterious, real-world Sword Control Skill, but rather a kind of spiritual Secret Skill. And the "head" it takes... is a person's Spirit!'
He finally understood how the previous Martial Artists had fallen at Dai Yisheng's hands.
'The Flying Sword flashes, locks onto your spirit... it's virtually impossible to dodge. An absolutely terrifying attack!'
If one's spirit couldn't withstand it, they would likely be rendered unconscious for a considerable ti by the "Flying Sword's" strike.
'To think such a miraculous Martial Dao actually exists in the world...'
SHRRRIP!!
Zhou Yuanjue felt the sharp Flying Sword instantly cleave one-third of the way through his giant Firebird before its power seed to wane, unable to advance another inch.
SKREE!
Zhou Yuanjue seized the opportunity, surging his will and forcefully shattering the spectral Flying Sword.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!
As the Flying Sword shattered, Dai Yisheng seed to suffer a considerable backlash. He staggered back several steps, his face flushed. He gasped for breath, his internal energy in turmoil, and it took him a mont to recover.
"Damn, I've never tried to cut sothing that tough before. A total loss, a total loss," Dai Yisheng muttered to himself. "If I'd known the kid was such a hard-ass, I would've just gone through the motions. Kids these days are incredible. Not even three massages are gonna make up for this..."
Dai Yisheng couldn't help but grumble as he rubbed his aching head. He really felt like he'd gotten the short end of the stick in tonight's duel.
'This damned competitive streak will be the death of !'
"I'm done playing. I forfeit," he declared. "That technique is called 'Hundred Acupoints Return to the Origin.' How much you understood is your own business. Don't send anyone to find . I won't talk to you even if you do."
Without another word, he turned, gave a casual wave, and walked directly toward the arena's slowly rising exit. He left without a backward glance, his departing figure the very picture of carefree nonchalance, leaving Zhou Yuanjue standing silently in place, seemingly replaying that final attack in his mind.
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