153: Chapter 153, Fifth Floor: Not Fun Anymore
"Too much brute force, the recovery is slightly sluggish..."
"The offensive is continuous, but between the transition of the seventh and eighth Moves, the circulation of Qi is slightly obstructed by a tiny margin..."
"When the spear momentum ends, there must be a momentary recovery of Qi. Although it is as short as an instant, it is a flaw..."
In less than three minutes, Lin Yun had already roughly figured out the patterns of this Black Light Warrior's spear technique and several "gaps" that could not quite be called flaws.
He waited patiently.
Five minutes later.
The Black Light Warrior once again unleashed a heavy, powerful "Mountain-Cleaving Strike," and the long spear came crashing down with a wailing wind!
A flash of brilliance exploded in Lin Yun's eyes!
This is the moment!
He did not retreat further; instead, he stepped forward half a step.
The mysterious footwork under his feet changed.
The afterimages of his Thousand Shadow Steps suddenly converged, all Qi condensed into his legs, and his speed skyrocketed instantly!
He actually slid in dangerously close along the inner side of the descending spear shaft!
At the same time, the long sword in his hand was thrust out at an incredible angle.
The sword light condensed at the tip of the sword was refined to the extreme.
It turned into a cold star, piercing with absolute precision toward the Black Light Warrior's slightly exposed right shoulder joint due to the exertion of force!
"Ssh!"
The sword light entered the body!
The Black Light Warrior's ferocious forward spear momentum suddenly stalled, and the movement of its entire right arm developed a stiffness that was difficult for the naked eye to detect.
For Lin Yun, this momentary stiffness was enough!
He flicked his wrist, and the long sword followed the momentum to slash upward, the sword light like a fleeting glance, sweeping across the Black Light Warrior's throat.
The Black Light Warrior's spear-holding action completely solidified, and then it dissipated into black light spots.
γTrial Tower Level 4, challenge successful, score 1 point. Current total score 4 points.γ
Lin Yun sheathed his sword and stood, gently exhaling a breath of turbid air.
Defeating an opponent who also possessed two Yellow-grade peak Perfection Combat Techniques.
And in such a short time, it gave him a clearer understanding of his own strength.
A hundred years of Martial Artist insights were truly extraordinary.
"The fifth level... what will it be?"
A look of anticipation flickered in Lin Yun's eyes.
The dual-Perfection opponent on the fourth level had already made him feel exhilarated; what kind of formidable enemy would the fifth level be?
He knew deeply how difficult it was for his Combat Technique to reach the Perfection Realm.
If not for the "More Children, More Blessings" System rewarding him with Martial Artist Cultivation insights to instill in him every time he fathered an offspring.
Relying solely on his own hard work, he might not have been able to practice a Yellow-grade peak Combat Technique to Perfection even in ten years.
And the official regulations clearly stated that a Martial Artist needed to reach the third rank to be qualified to purchase and learn Xuan-grade Cultivation Techniques and Combat Techniques.
So, would this fifth level of the Trial Tower let him witness... the power of a Xuan-grade Combat Technique in advance?
With a trace of trepidation and even more curiosity, Lin Yun stepped into the gate leading to the fifth level.
The scene did not change much; it was still the same square martial arts arena, but the air seemed to be filled with a more heavy atmosphere.
γTrial Tower Level 5, challenge begins.γ
White light gathered, and a White-Light Figure that seemed no different from before slowly condensed into shape.
It had no weapons or blades in its hands, just standing there quietly.
However, Lin Yun instantly tensed all the nerves in his body!
The aura emitted by this White-Light Figure was still consistent with his own adjusted cultivation level.
But that aura... gave him a feeling of being seamless and unfathomable!
Like a reef washed by ocean waves for thousands of years, it looked ordinary, but inside it contained unimaginable power and resilience.
Just as Lin Yun was focusing on guarding, the White-Light Figure moved!
Without warning, without gathering strength, its figure seemed to disappear into thin air, and then instantly appeared beside Lin Yun!
The speed was so fast that it only left a faint afterimage on his retina!
"So fast!"
Alarm bells rang in Lin Yun's heart; he subconsciously used the Thousand Shadow Steps, and countless afterimages branched out, dodging in different directions.
The White-Light Figure seemed completely indifferent to Lin Yun's Clones.
Its figure blurred again.
With a way that was smoother and more natural than Lin Yun's Thousand Shadow Steps.
As if merging into the wind, it easily cut into the afterimages, heading straight for Lin Yun's main body!
At the same time, it brought its fingers together like a blade, and with a simple and direct hack, it fell toward Lin Yun's shoulder!
This "blade" had no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling light, and he couldn't even feel a strong burst of Qi.
But Lin Yun felt a deadly chill instantly envelop his entire body!
He had no doubt that if he were struck by this "blade", his virtual body would definitely dissipate instantly!
"Hah!"
Lin Yun roared low, thrusting his long sword rapidly, trying to use offense as defense to force the opponent back.
However, the White-Light Figure's movement technique was truly too strange.
Even though it was already close at hand, it twisted slightly like a swimming fish.
And avoided the sword edge by a hair's breadth.
The trajectory of that palm-blade remained unchanged, still falling!
Lin Yun could only awkwardly dodge to the side again, using all his strength to perform the Thousand Shadow Steps, narrowly avoiding it.
But the White-Light Figure's offensive came like a tide!
Its movement technique was clearly at the Yellow-grade peak level.
Lin Yun could even recognize some shadows of the Flowing Cloud Steps, the movement technique Bai Lulu mainly practiced.
But when performed, it was even more rounded and smooth, without any trace.
Its "blade technique" was also Yellow-grade peak.
The Moves were simple, but every Move pointed directly to the vital points.
Combined with that ghostly movement technique, its power was doubled!
Pressure!
Unparalleled pressure!
If the battle on the fourth level was Lin Yun having ease of movement, and even being able to seize opportunities to counterattack.
Then now, he was only left with flustered dodging!
The Thousand Shadow Steps were driven by him to an unprecedented limit.
Countless afterimages flashed and intertwined wildly within the martial arts arena.
Yet it was still difficult to completely shake off the White-Light Figure's lock.
He couldn't even organize a single effective counterattack; all his energy was used on predicting, dodging, and blocking.
"How could this be?!"
Lin Yun was incomparably shocked.
The same cultivation Realm, the same Yellow-grade peak Combat Technique.
He could even see the general patterns of the Combat Techniques the opponent used.
Why was the opponent's actual combat ability so much stronger than his?
One had to know, although he had lived "carefree" these three years.
Every day kissing, hugging, and lifting high his beautiful wives, doing some "serious things" that he loved and that could improve his cultivation.
He didn't really go into secluded cultivation to bitterly practice Combat Techniques like a monk.
But he had the System!
110 years of Martial Artist cultivation insights were truly instilled into his mind and body!
That was equivalent to the sum of a Martial Artist's experience of a hundred years of bitter practice, without sleep or rest!
If it were a normal Martial Artist, considering issues like rest, Bottlenecks, resources, etc., wanting to accumulate the same amount of experience would probably take more than two hundred years!
Possessing such a vast foundation of experience, Lin Yun had always been confident.
At the same level and same Combat Technique Realm, no one could surpass him in "skill".
But now, this realization had been ruthlessly shattered by the White-Light Figure before him!
The opponent's Yellow-grade peak Combat Technique seemed to no longer be obtained through "cultivation".
But completely integrated into instinct, as natural as breathing.
Every Move and every style seemed tailor-made for this battle, for defeating him!
There were no fixed patterns, no rigid transitions between Moves, only the most effective, most direct, and most lethal attacks!
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