297: Celestial Eyes Advancement: Future Vision

"The two of you handle Fourth Brother." After Qin Wangchuan finished speaking, he walked straight toward Qin Qingzheng.

Zhou Yunyi pointed at himself: "The two of us are handling him?"

Everyone knew how terrifying Qin Kuangge was; he possessed a pure Physical Body Saint Physique, capable of shattering mountains and breaking Peaks with a single hand.

But the other person was equally difficult to deal with.

Qin Qingzheng's Companion Spirit Sword could cut down all techniques.

This meant that in front of her, any technique was useless; one could only use Body Techniques or Sword Techniques. But the problem was, she was also extremely proficient in both, possessing the ability to fight anyone to a standstill.

Qin Zhaoer lifted her chin, her tone filled with utter contempt and impatience:

"Hah? Who said two people were needed?"

"Stand still and watch closely, chickling~"

Qin Zhaoer said this without turning her head, then slowly walked toward Qin Kuangge.

As she stepped forward, the bell on her ankle once again emitted a crisp sound, then shone brightly, rapidly transforming its shape.

This time, the bell did not turn into a weapon, but transformed into a dress.

It was a black and gold battle skirt similar to Qin Wangchuan's black robe. The hem flowed with brilliant light, clinging tightly to her body and outlining the girl's lithe figure.

This was a Magic Treasure similar to the Dragon Gauze Armor that she had pestered Third Sister Qin Qingni into making, capable of greatly enhancing Spiritual Power and Physical Body strength.

Qin Kuangge's phantom stood with crossed arms, looking at the girl before him with a trace of curiosity, and suddenly asked, "A member of the Qin Family?"

When he entered the Book Palace, Qin Zhaoer and Qin Wangchuan had not yet appeared.

Qin Zhaoer stood firm, her tone resolute: "I am Qin Zhaoer, your Eighth Sister, and the one who will defeat you."

"Qin Zhaoer?" The corner of Qin Kuangge's phantom's mouth lifted slightly. "A good name."

Qin Kuangge said no more and strode closer.

He had no need for weapons or Magic Treasures; his tempered Physical Body itself was the most terrifying War Machine.

When the distance between the two shortened to the limit—

The clash erupted in an instant.

Boom!

Like two ancient Vicious Beasts breaking free from their restraints, the two exchanged punches like Dragons, colliding head-on!

There was no dodging, no blocking, only the most savage dialogue between power and power.

The dull thuds of fist meeting flesh were incessant, like Heavenly Gods swinging giant hammers in the clouds. Every strike shook Zhou Yunyi's Divine Soul, making it feel as if the very space around them would collapse from their mutual assault.

"Hahaha, it seems what you said wasn't false." Qin Kuangge laughed during the exchange, forcing Qin Zhaoer back with a fierce punch, his Battle Intent overflowing: "The only thing under heaven that can make even me feel troublesome is my own Fist Technique!"

Qin Zhaoer used the momentum to retreat, landing lightly like willow catkins in the wind. The entire process was smooth and fluid, demonstrating complete composure.

She lightly shook her wrist, a hint of mockery in her tone: "Your Fist Technique?"

"I have comprehended a better one!"

After Qin Zhaoer finished speaking, she stepped forward again.

However, this time, her posture was completely different from the fierce and domineering one she displayed moments ago.

Qin Kuangge's mountain-shattering punch struck again, but Qin Zhaoer neither dodged nor avoided it. Instead, she flipped her wrist, meeting it gently with her palm, which was as soft as flowing water.

When the fist and palm met, there was surprisingly no loud collision sound.

The violent power seemed like a clay ox sinking into the sea; with a gentle pull and guide from her, it merely grazed past her side and slammed into empty space.

The escaping gust of wind made her skirt billow loudly, yet she stood firmly in place, not moving an inch.

She resembled a black lotus swaying in the wind.

"Hmm?" Qin Kuangge's phantom let out a soft exclamation, genuine surprise appearing in his eyes for the first time.

A curve appeared on Qin Zhaoer's lips, and her fist momentum had already unfolded.

It transformed into a punch of ultimate strength and ferocity.

This was the Fist Technique most suited to her, derived from the ultimate rigid Fist Technique using a woman's agility and resilience—the "Soft Water Entangling Silk."

Ultimate rigidity is also ultimate softness; ultimate softness can also be rigid.

On Qin Wangchuan's side, Qin Qingzheng looked at the person before her, and a trace of familiar light flashed in her cold eyes. She spoke:

"You have a pleasant Sword Intent about you."

Hearing these familiar words, Qin Wangchuan couldn't help but chuckle: "You always say that."

He said no more. With a thought, the Ten Directions Marvelous Law Sword emerged.

The sword body was ancient and riddled with cracks, yet it emitted an aura capable of suppressing all techniques.

"It's been a long time since I used pure Sword Skills." Qin Wangchuan gripped the sword, pointed it toward Qin Qingzheng, and his Battle Intent soared: "Come, Fifth Sister."

The instant his voice fell, the battle began, and also nearly ended.

Qin Qingzheng's sword moved. Her sword, like her person, was cold, pure, and untainted by dust.

That single sword strike looked simple, yet it had reached the Peak of skill, accurately piercing the only, almost non-existent "gap" in Qin Wangchuan's sword momentum.

This was the confidence that allowed her to fight anyone to a standstill.

Relying on no external objects, depending on no Physique.

That pair of Heaven-bestowed Eyes was born to see the gaps in all things, existing only to deliver the final blow.

However, Qin Wangchuan did not block, nor did he attempt to break the move.

He simply and straightforwardly thrust a sword forward.

This sword strike had no variation, no follow-up moves, and didn't even carry the slightest hint of ostentation.

It was neither faster nor stronger, yet it seemed to have been waiting at the very end of Qin Qingzheng's sword momentum.

Launched later, yet arriving first.

"Cling—"

A crisp ring, like ice and jade striking each other.

The tip of Qin Qingzheng's sword suddenly stopped three inches away from Qin Wangchuan, unable to advance another hairsbreadth.

Because the tip of the Ten Directions Marvelous Law Sword had lightly tapped the wrist holding her sword.

The force was not heavy, but it was enough to sever all her subsequent variations.

The movements of Qin Qingzheng's phantom froze.

She lowered her head to look at the sword tip resting on her wrist, a hint of confusion in her cold eyes.

A deliberately exposed flaw?

The confusion lasted only for an instant.

The two figures immediately crossed paths in the air again, sword light flashing like lightning, having exchanged more than ten moves in a breath.

Qin Qingzheng's sword remained pure; every strike pointed directly at the gaps in his flaws, forcing Qin Wangchuan to defend himself multiple times.

However, she gradually noticed something strange—his sword was always waiting on her path just before she could execute her change in move.

It wasn't prediction; it was more like... all her variations had already been seen through.

Finally, the moment Qin Qingzheng thrust out a sword, a golden brilliance flashed in Qin Wangchuan's eyes.

He did not block, but instead met the cold sword light by thrusting out a seemingly slower sword strike.

But it was this slower strike that arrived first despite being launched later, lightly tapping the spine of her sword.

"Cling..."

A prolonged soft chime.

Qin Qingzheng's sword momentum abruptly froze.

Without waiting for her to change her move, Qin Wangchuan lowered his wrist, and the Ten Directions Marvelous Law Sword slid down the spine of her sword, sweeping past!

The sword light was like water, cold and silent.

Qin Qingzheng's sword-wielding figure turned into scattered illusory light, then dissolved into crystal fragments filling the sky, returning to nothingness.

Qin Wangchuan stood still, the golden glow in his eyes slowly receding.

This was the first time he had ever defeated Fifth Sister, even if it was just a past phantom.

In the past, he had been repeatedly defeated at home, purely because Fifth Sister could always see through all his "present" intentions and variations—an absolute crushing superiority in skill and insight.

But now, things were different.

Qin Wangchuan had previously speculated that the mysterious ability to occasionally glimpse a corner of the future might be a gift from the wheel of fate.

But just now, the moment he focused all his mind and spirit onto the sword tip, the trajectory of the world became clearer in his eyes than ever before.

He could now confirm—

It was not something else.

Rather, his Heavenly Evolution Divine Eye, nourished and cleansed by that Heaven-Defying Luck, had undergone a fundamental transformation, Awakening the supreme power to glimpse the trajectory of the future.

After successive fierce battles, and only now.

Qin Wangchuan truly mastered the usage of this great power.