415: Catch the mouse

Xiao Fan quickly plunged into the chaotic battle.

His speed was like a swift wind, kicking up countless snowflakes along the way.

However, because his Kong Wu Realm contained his aura, no one noticed Xiao Fan's entry at first.

It wasn't until the information display on the wrists of the Wild Bone Clan troops sounded a rapid, flashing red alarm.

Only then did they suddenly react.

Their team members were dying rapidly.

At this point, both the Wild Bone Clan and Human Race warriors' first reaction was to find the source of the anomaly.

How did the Wild Bone Clan members start dying so quickly?

Turning their heads, people were instantly shocked.

They saw a black lightning bolt rapidly moving and weaving through the left side of the battlefield, piercing through the lives of the Wild Bone Clan members.

The captain of the Wild Bone Clan troops' face changed drastically, and he roared without hesitation, "Damn it, it's a Martial Saint!"

"Everyone retreat!"

But it was too late.

Xiao Fan was too fast!

Moreover, this time the enemy was only a single troop, half the number of the two troops Xiao Fan had just massacred.

The previous massacre took three minutes.

This current massacre took one minute and twenty seconds.

It took, on average, a little over one second, less than two seconds, to kill one person.

Finally, before the Human Race troops could react, Xiao Fan left, holding the head of the Wild Bone troop's captain.

They were stunned.

Only then did someone pull out their information watch and say in shock, "Teams 17 and 19 sent a message five minutes ago!"

"'King of Hell' entered and massacred their enemies, a Tiger-level troop and a Wolf-level troop, in three minutes!"

Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads to look at their information watches.

Exclamations of awe rose and fell!

"Holy crap?"

"Who is the King of Hell!?"

"The King of Hell is the person who just helped us kill the enemy!"

"The message sent five minutes ago means that it took the King of Hell five minutes to go from Team 17's combat location to here and kill everyone!"

"This is definitely a Martial Saint!"

"Good heavens, when did our Tianhe Pass become so formidable, directly letting a Martial Saint break the rules and enter the fray?"

At this moment, their captain said in a deep voice, "Never mind that, retreat immediately!"

"The foreign races should be reacting soon, and they will definitely send out King-level experts, but they might not chase the King of Hell; instead, they will come for us!"

Everyone nodded; this logic was very reasonable.

At the same time, Xiao Fan found an uninhabited forest, stood under a tree, and slightly exerted force on the Wild Bone Clan head he held in his hand.

At this, the Wild Bone Captain roared, "What do you want to do!?"

"I'm telling you, don't even think about getting any military intelligence from me!"

Xiao Fan sneered, "You're thinking too much, little mouse."

"Little mouse?" The Wild Bone Captain was startled.

The next second, a surge of Mental Energy instantly poured into his head, making him feel a jumble in his brain and a headache.

Furthermore, the pain rapidly escalated, from a needle prick to suddenly feeling like he had been thrown into a meat grinder, so painful he wished for death.

"I'll talk, I'll say anything!!" The Wild Bone Captain begged for mercy in agony.

But Xiao Fan couldn't be bothered with him.

The things this Wild Bone Captain knew might not even be as much as what he himself knew.

Besides, if he could truly read other people's memories, would he still need to ask?

Three minutes passed.

The Wild Bone Captain lost his vital signs, his spirit dissipated, and he completely died.

Xiao Fan, holding his head, looked slightly pale.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and he also felt a bit uncomfortable.

His Mental Energy was so vast, yet attacking another's spirit actually made him feel uncomfortable.

This... could this be the flaw of Mental Energy?

Not necessarily.

Xiao Fan had read countless books.

His first experiment now was to find out if Mental Arts were the same as other Martial Arts.

Whether it was fist and foot Martial Arts, augmentation Martial Arts, or healing Martial Arts.

The effects of each Martial Art seemed vastly different.

But their creation methods led to the same destination!

It was two words.

Formula!

The foundation of every Martial Art was every formula.

The "numbers" in this formula, in most cases, were ability (talent, Physical Body, etc.) + the way Acupoints operate and activate = "XXX effect."

Different talents, combined with different ways of Acupoints operating and activating, achieve a certain effect.

To put "Comprehension Ability" simply, it's importing this formula into Martial Arts, but for good Martial Arts, the formula is often extremely complex; if it were truly written out, the dense small characters could definitely cover a standard football field!

How terrifying would this computation be?

The key is that you still wouldn't understand it, which is why Comprehension Ability is needed.

Why has there always been a concept of "Comprehension Ability" throughout history?

The most direct manifestation is that the formula, which could cover an entire football field, is placed in front of you, and you don't understand it, but the child next to you understands it at a glance.

That child next to you has better Comprehension Ability than you.

This kind of thing has no rhyme or reason; it's innate.

Unless, like Xiao Fan, he has tens of thousands of formulas recorded in his mind, belonging to the type that becomes proficient through practice.

But now he was researching Mental Energy attack Martial Arts. The Twelve Palace Divine Scripture was a Cultivation Martial Art, and the only connection between the two was Mental Energy; other aspects were completely unrelated.

This was a Domain where Xiao Fan had no experience whatsoever, so he also found it difficult.