91: Chapter 91: The Sword Technique, Complete!

Chapter 91: Saber Intent, Achieved!

All perception, all calculation power, all willpower, were focused onto the blade's edge, focused on the 99% completion of the Lueying Style, focused on the opponent's despairingly fast movements.

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Through countless extreme dodges, through avoiding fatal sword glints by millimeters time and again, under the high-dimensional insight granted by full activation of Primordial Spirit Power, Rukawa Jinfu’s pride—his speed—had its core energy circulation trajectory, muscle exertion patterns, and the activation points driven by his Concept, revealed as if they were disassembled precision instruments, their internal logic imprinted bit by bit deep into Li Wen’s consciousness.

The Lueying Style, stuck at 99%, was being injected with the purest fuel of comprehension within this high-temperature furnace of life-and-death pressure.

The more silent and focused Li Wen became, the more Rukawa Jinfu's contempt was mixed with a twisted anger.

The screams, the fear, the pleas for mercy that he desired never materialized.

The opponent was like a stubborn stone, silently enduring his storm.

“I want to see how long you can keep up this pretense!” A ferocious look flashed across Rukawa Jinfu’s face; he was completely enraged by this disregard.

Killing Intent surged! He instantly changed his Move, compressing the momentum he had accumulated to its absolute limit. His entire body transformed into a pitch-black lightning bolt tearing through the Void—this was his ultimate killing Move: Gale Instant Slash!

“Die!!!”

A terrifying shadow of death suddenly descended. The pressure, far exceeding anything before, made Li Wen’s bones groan under the unbearable weight.

However, just as this killing Move erupted and everything seemed about to end, the pressure nearing its limit, the overloaded operation of his Primordial Spirit Power, and the ultimate comprehension of the final true meaning of the Lueying Style—it was as if a nuclear explosion occurred deep within Li Wen’s mind.

“Boom—!”

The jade-like Primordial Spirit figure in his Sea of Consciousness instantly burst forth with radiance comparable to the sun, more brilliant than ever before.

A profound and mysterious state of perception was forcibly opened. Time seemed infinitely stretched, viscous, and solidified.

Rukawa Jinfu's ultimate strike, too fast for even perception to track, decomposed into frame after frame of slow motion within Li Wen’s consciousness.

The energy core node behind the speed, the subtle flaws along the force transmission path, and even the core essence of the Momentum Realm represented by this killing Move were laid out before him as clearly as a textbook.

But at this moment, under the self-sacrificing explosion of his Primordial Spirit, this insight was pushed to an unprecedented extreme.

This was another way to use Primordial Spirit Power: not directly for combat enhancement, but for assistance, perfectly mimicking an insight-type Technique Awakened.

One breath! Li Wen clearly perceived that in this overclocked state, his remaining Primordial Spirit Power could only last for one more breath; his Primordial Spirit Power was evaporating at a terrifying, unprecedented speed.

But one breath—that was enough!

In that eternal instant of one breath, all comprehension, all struggle, all understanding of 'Invincibility through Speed Alone, Purity and Refinement Above All, Abandoning Everything Just to Cut Through the Obstacle Ahead,' converged like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, forming a single, resolute will.

Not imitating the opponent's speed, not chasing the appearance of velocity, but pursuing the essence of his own speed.

Where the heart points, the saber follows!

Abandon all distracting thoughts! Abandon all variations! Abandon all sounds and shadows! Abandon all defense!

Betting his entire will, life, and potential on this single razor-sharp edge.

Driven by instinct, his body followed the single optimal path captured by his Primordial Spirit, executing an extreme movement that completely violated human physiological structure.

The arc of his arm swing was incredibly brief. All his power—Qi and blood, Mental Energy, Primordial Spirit Power—instantly connected with unimaginable efficiency, condensing into a single point.

Hum—

There was no piercing shriek of air, no roaring of energy.

Only a single streak of light illuminated the arena.

A pale saber light, almost transparent, thin as a cicada's wing, so fast that even thought could not follow.

This light was so pure, so quiet, as if it were born only to sever certain boundaries, its friction with the air surpassed by its sheer speed.

Rukawa Jinfu’s ferocious killing Intent, along with his absolute confidence in victory and contempt for the ant, instantly turned into frozen shock and bewilderment the moment this pale saber light appeared.

Shing!

The saber light swept past, precise! Fatal!

It was as if it had calculated the trajectory of fate thousands of times. In that one breath of overclocked time, it pierced through the core, weakest node of the energy circulation of the Gale Instant Slash.

Right at the Neiguan acupoint on Rukawa Jinfu’s wrist, where the old force had just ended and the new force had not yet begun—the hairline gap of the eruption point.

This imperceptible point caused the fast momentum Rukawa Jinfu had gathered to instantly dissipate, like a balloon punctured by a needle!

The terrifying edge of the Gale Instant Slash vanished instantly! His entire body became completely rigid and out of control due to the sudden interruption of power and the injury to his core node!

And that silent, pale saber light, without the slightest pause, followed the gap exposed by his loss of control, gently yet irresistibly striking his vital throat, like moonlight skimming across a lake.

Thud.

Rukawa Jinfu’s charging figure froze abruptly, the bewilderment and disbelief in his eyes reaching their Peak.

His virtual body dissolved into countless light particles, silently scattering across the arena, leaving no room for resistance.

Dead silence!

Absolute dead silence!

The Sakura Country livestream, which had been boiling with cheers and filled with vulgarities just a second ago, had all sound seemingly choked off by an invisible giant hand.

The screen seemed frozen. On countless excited faces, expressions solidified as if weathered by time, then shattered into indescribable horror.

“Nani?”

“Rukawa—Rukawa-kun?”

“Disappeared—?”

“Insta-killed—?!!”

“That 3587’s—one strike?”

“Just now—that transparent light—what was that?!”

“Momentum Realm—it must be the power of the Momentum Realm! Impossible! He clearly didn’t have it before—”

“Baka!!! Illusion! Is the System malfunctioning?!”

Following a brief dead silence, the entire livestream exploded.

An uproar! Like a beehive that had been poked! Doubts, screams, roars of disbelief, and shouts demanding a bug check drowned the entire virtual space!

In the center of the arena.

The pale saber light retracted.

Li Wen maintained the posture of that extreme saber swing, his face pale as paper, sweat streaming down like a river.

The extreme emptiness from his Primordial Spirit Power being completely burned out, and a tearing sharp pain, surged toward him like a tsunami, almost tearing him apart.

He half-knelt on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably due to the severe depletion.

But, precisely at this Peak moment of extreme pain and emptiness—

It was as if an invisible, tough membrane that had obstructed him for too long was completely pierced and shattered by that pale saber light imbued with his entire will.

An indescribable sense of control, like a newborn tide, spread out from the depths of his bone marrow.

This was no longer mere micro-control over the Physical Body, but something deeper—he felt as if his will could faintly resonate with the invisible energy particles between heaven and earth around him.

The saber in his hand, even without moving, possessed an invisible sharpness condensing upon it. It seemed that with a mere thought, wind, Qi, and light would proactively make way for the blade's edge, coiling around it.

A cold yet incredibly clear Intent, carrying a golden radiance, was directly branded deep within his Soul:

【Lueying Style 100%】

【Technique Realm Breakthrough: Blade Technique · Momentum Realm (Initial Glimpse)】

【You burned your Primordial Spirit in a life-and-death crisis, fathomed the true meaning of speed, your technique is almost the Dao. Flowing Rainbow Startling Magpie Chapter · Lueying Style Perfection, resonating with the power of heaven and earth, stepping onto the threshold of the Momentum Realm. You have initially comprehended Saber Intent.】

Blade Technique · Momentum Realm (Initial Glimpse)!

The six cold and majestic characters, like universal maxims, echoed through his Sea of Consciousness, instantly soothing all the super-frequency pain and emptiness.

He broke through!

The heavenly ladder that lay between the Unity Realm and the Momentum Realm, separating billions of his peers on Blue Star.

After experiencing extreme spiritual burning, tempering under near-death pressure, and the ultimate sublimation of his own will, it was finally cleaved apart by him, Li Wen—with a single strike.

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, that pure, silent, extremely fast pale saber light seemed to become an eternal beacon, branded upon it, transforming into the Origin sharpness belonging to his Soul as a Saber User.

The final pale, pure saber light in the Infinite Arena, which seemed capable of piercing time.

It not only shattered Rukawa Jinfu's ultimate Move but also completely tore open the heavenly ladder blocking Li Wen's path.

When the electronic sound effect of victory rang out coldly, instantly swallowed by the dead silence of the Sakura Country audience in the livestream,

Li Wen felt his vision darkening, his brain feeling as if it were repeatedly pierced by countless red-hot steel needles.

The excessive explosion of Primordial Spirit Power had nearly wrung his entire spiritual world into a parched desert.

A sense of exhaustion more severe than any previous time, like a heavy lead block, dragged him fiercely from the virtual world back to reality.

“Ugh—” A muffled, unconscious groan escaped his throat.

In the real world, in the independent martial arts room on the top floor of Hongyi Building at Qingshi No. 3 Middle School, the cover of the virtual pod enveloping Li Wen slowly slid open.

He tried to prop himself up, but felt his limbs were so heavy they wouldn't obey. Even the simple action of sitting up exhausted all his strength, and his forehead instantly broke out in fine cold sweat.

However, the moment his consciousness fully returned to his Physical Body, surging in alongside the fatigue and exhaustion was a tsunami-like, ceaseless realization.

Saber Intent, the profound mystery of the Realm yearned for by countless Martial Artists in the Unity Realm, was no longer an ethereal Concept.

Instead, it transformed into countless clear, deep imprints, powerfully surging into his mind, perfectly fusing with his previously accumulated control over his Physical Body, Lueying Style comprehension, and Primordial Spirit insight—blending seamlessly.

“So that’s how it is.” Li Wen’s tightly closed eyes snapped open, but his weak pupils shot out startling, sharp light.

He saw it.

He clearly perceived it.

The invisible power of heaven and earth around him was no longer the cold resistance he encountered during previous training or combat, nor was it the colossal mass he could barely pry open and influence slightly when at the Peak of the Unity Realm by exhausting all his strength.

Now, they had become—gentle and intimate.

The heavy resistance that once forced him upstream had disappeared. He felt as if he had transformed into a nimble fish, merging into the long river of the world's energy.

With a slight movement of his mind, a portion of pure energy carrying a sharp aura gathered as if commanded, no longer requiring difficult prying, but responding almost instinctively.

“Hoo—” Suppressing the violent churning in his heart, Li Wen took several deep breaths. The residual effects of the starlight condensing spirit fluid began slowly repairing his depleted Primordial Spirit.

Gathering a little strength, he leaned on the edge of the virtual pod and staggered to the center of the empty martial arts room.

His gaze fell upon the standard fast saber on the weapon rack, and an unprecedented impulse surged in his chest.

He reached out and took the saber. The cold touch entered his hand, and the slightly recovered circulation of Qi and blood within his body resonated with the surrounding heaven and earth energy that had been awakened.

He slowly raised the saber, not employing any exquisite Move.

He simply cleaved forward in the most basic manner, utterly unremarkable.

“Hum!”

The moment the blade cut through the air, a sudden change occurred.

The air emitted a low, clear hum, like a taut bowstring being plucked.

The surrounding dense heaven and earth energy was drawn by the blade's edge, swiftly adhering to and condensing upon the saber body.

A saber light, visible to the naked eye, ten feet long, its edges flickering with a faint pale radiance, shot out from the blade's tip like lightning freed from restraint.

Fast! Sharp! Pure!

“Shing—Boom!”

A crisp sound like tearing silk, followed by a heavy metallic collision and fracture.

Where the saber light passed, the special high-strength alloy pillar in the center of the martial arts room—which Li Wen previously needed his full strength to barely sever—was instantly cut into two pieces like hot steel through butter! The cut surface was smooth as a mirror.

The saber light's residual force was undiminished, fiercely slashing against the specially made alloy wall, emitting a dull roar.

The entire large martial arts room floor visibly trembled lightly.

On the wall, a clear knife mark, nearly an inch deep, suddenly appeared. The edges of the white scratch retained a bone-chilling sharpness that lingered for a long time.

“Hiss—” Even though Li Wen had expected it, witnessing the terrifying effect of his casual strike firsthand, he couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.

This power was no less than the power he exerted when executing the Lueying Style with all his might before entering the Momentum Realm.

And this was only utilizing a very small fraction of the power of heaven and earth.

“This is the true power of the Momentum Realm.” Li Wen looked at the ordinary fast saber in his hand, his shock boundless.

The physical strength and Qi and blood explosion he once thought he had excavated to the extreme seemed so insignificant before the might of heaven and earth.

It was no wonder they said that below the Momentum Realm were all ants; Martial Artists who mastered the Momentum Realm could still defeat Super Martial Artists.

A sudden enlightenment.

He did not linger on the joy of the power surge for too long. He reined in his spirit, concentrating his focus—not to activate Absolute Focus, but to verify what he thought.

With a slight movement of his thought, where his heart pointed.

Whoosh!

An invisible force suddenly spread out centered on Li Wen, covering a radius of over ten meters.

In this area, the airflow seemed to stagnate, and the light underwent a strange refraction, as if covered by a thin layer of mercury.

The air was no longer uniform but filled with tough and sharp ripples, layered like water waves.

An invisible Saber Intent permeated outwards, carrying a heart-palpitating sense of cutting and a quiet, chilling solemnity.

Within this Domain, every minute dust particle, every floating air current, was affected and cut by this formless, pale Shi.