155: Chapter 155 The Four Teachers' Shock

The dust floating in the air.

The angle of the light casting.

The subtle tremors of the opponent's muscles.

The "sound" of Qi and blood rushing through the opponent's Meridians...

Countless details usually ignored were now imprinted with absolute clarity into his perception.

Lin Yun could even "hear" the extremely subtle changes in "rhythm" within the opponent's body as Qi and blood circulated—changes caused by the shifting of different Moves that ordinary people could never perceive.

His body seemed to have entered an unprecedented state of coordination.

Every muscle, every wisp of Qi and blood, seemed to possess an independent "consciousness," capable of reacting with the utmost precision and speed according to his will.

His control over his power had reached an inconceivable level of precision; a fraction more would be wasteful, and a fraction less would be insufficient.

It was within this miraculous Realm that the White-Light Figure launched another textbook-perfect attack.

A direct thrust that appeared plain and unremarkable, yet in reality, sealed off all evasion angles—up, down, left, and right—using its palm as a blade.

Based on previous experience, Lin Yun would have needed to execute at least three complex variations of the "Thousand Shadow Steps," combined with a precise block, just to barely neutralize it.

But at this moment, under the perception of that mysterious state, Lin Yun "saw" it.

He saw the "core point" where the power of this thrust was concentrated.

He saw the "trajectory lines" of at least three subsequent variations.

And he even saw, in that split second when the Move was about to be unleashed and power was transitioning, an extremely brief, tiny, and fleeting "force field gap" existing beside the opponent.

That gap was born from the Perfection of the Move itself.

It was "nothingness" hidden within "existence."

It was a "flaw" revealed within "Perfection."

There was no thought, no hesitation.

Lin Yun's body reacted almost instinctively.

He did not employ any complex footwork; instead, he made a minute shift with his feet and twisted his waist by a hair's breadth.

His entire body felt like a feather caught in a breeze, sliding past that lethal "blade" at an incredible angle that completely defied common sense!

At the same time, his sword-wielding wrist gave a gentle flick.

There was no accumulation of power, no massive eruption of Qi and blood.

The longsword simply, casually, and logically reached out toward that "force field gap" within his perception.

The sword light was agile, the trajectory simple, and the speed not even particularly fast.

Yet, this seemingly casual strike felt as if it had perfectly "jammed" into the exquisite timing where the White-Light Figure's old power had been exhausted, its new power had not yet been born, and all its contingency routes were "locked" by its own perfect Move!

In those eyes of the White-Light Figure, which had always been cold and ruthless, a kind of "stagnation" seemed to appear for the first time.

It wanted to dodge, but its body was at the most exquisite yet fragile node of the Move's transition.

All its muscle memory, the flow of Qi and blood, and even its combat rhythm "told" it that it should not, and could not, make any unnecessary movements at this moment.

It wanted to block, but the return route of its arm was precisely and subtly obstructed by the residual momentum of its previous Move and its body posture for that split second.

That very split second!

Puchi!

Amidst a soft sound, the pale golden sword tip pierced through the thin layer of protective Qi and blood the White-Light Figure had just condensed without any resistance, precisely striking its heart.

The White-Light Figure's movements froze completely.

It looked down, seemingly taking a glance at the sword tip in its chest, and then its entire figure, like a shattered porcelain statue, turned into countless white specks of light and dissipated silently.

【Trial Tower Fifth Floor, White-Light Puppet defeated. Black Light Puppet is about to appear.】

In the monitoring room.

Dead silence!

You could hear a pin drop!

The four watching teachers seemed to have been struck by a binding spell simultaneously.

The slightly chubby middle-aged teacher's mouth hung half-open, and the virtual data pad in his hand slid to the floor, yet he was completely unaware of it.

The elderly teacher stood frozen there, his wrinkled face filled with shock and disbelief.

The Teacher in Green held her breath subconsciously, as if afraid of disturbing the young man standing with his sword on the screen.

Not until the white light on the screen completely dissipated and the black light, representing a higher difficulty, began to gather, did the four of them seem to be awakened by that light, and simultaneously, they all drew a sharp breath in unison!

"What... what was that?!" The middle-aged teacher's voice was as dry as sandpaper rubbing together.

"Am... am I seeing things?" The elderly teacher's voice trembled.

"How... how did he do it? That sword strike... it clearly..." He was at a loss for words, not knowing how to describe it.

The Teacher in Green turned her head abruptly, looking at the graceful figure in the main seat, her tone urgent:

"Shen Qingqiu! Did you see that? That moment just now! Lin Yun's... his state!"

Shen Qingqiu had stood up at some point.

Her posture remained upright, but those eyes, usually as calm as an abyss, were now shockingly bright.

Like the brightest stars in the night sky, they were fixed intently on the young man's figure on the screen, who also seemed somewhat bewildered.

She heard the Teacher in Green's question, slowly took a breath, and then said clearly, with a voice that carried a trace of imperceptible ripples:

"That's right. Just now in that moment... Lin Yun entered the 'Micro-Perception' state."

"Micro-Perception?!"

The three teachers said in unison, their voices filled with shock.

As senior teachers of Tianshui Martial Arts University, they naturally knew what "Micro-Perception" meant.

It was not a Combat Technique Realm, nor a cultivation level.

It was a "technique" or, rather, a "state" where one's control over one's own power reached the pinnacle.

In the "Micro-Perception" state, a Martial Artist can control every bit of their Qi and blood, every inch of muscle, and every movement with inconceivable precision.

Attacks, defenses, and evasions are all calculated as if by the most precise supercomputer, maximizing efficiency and minimizing consumption.

It often allows one to overcome the strong with the weak, turning the impossible into the possible.

Generally speaking, "Micro-Perception" is a Realm that only Fourth-Stage Martial Artists can begin to come into contact with and attempt to master.

A few gifted top-tier Third-Stage Martial Artists might be able to briefly touch the threshold under specific conditions.

And Shen Qingqiu, the reason she was able to suppress many more experienced, veteran Martial Artists with her Third-Stage Perfection cultivation and secure the core position of Director of the Combat Department, was precisely because she had long since steadily mastered the "Micro-Perception" technique, and her combat ability far exceeded her peers.

She could even contend with some Martial Artists who had just entered the Fourth Stage!

But now, Shen Qingqiu was telling them that a newly enrolled freshman, with a cultivation of only Second-Stage Perfection, had actually entered the "Micro-Perception" state during the Trial Tower challenge?

And using this state, had killed the theoretically "flawless" White-Light Guardian on the fifth floor of the Trial Tower in one hit?!

This was simply like a fairy tale!

"Shen Qingqiu... are you sure? Could it be... some kind of coincidence? Or did the Trial Tower's simulation have an anomaly?"

The elderly teacher spoke with difficulty; it wasn't that he didn't believe Shen Qingqiu, but this fact was simply too subversive to his understanding.

Shen Qingqiu shook her head, her gaze still locked on the screen:

"It's not a coincidence, nor is it an anomaly."

"That precision of power convergence, that Perfection in seizing the timing, that attack which seemed to have insight into all of the opponent's 'nodes'... it is 'Micro-Perception'."

"Although it is still very brief and unstable, it is undoubtedly it."