291: Chapter 285 Second Form: Flow Interruption

Early the next morning, when Song Yang opened his eyes, he felt as if every bone in his body had been taken apart and put back together again.

It was sore, yet it carried a strange sense of comfort.

His mental energy circulated within his body; not only had it not dried up from last night's "hard work," but it had become even more refined, seemingly washing away much of his physical fatigue in the process.

He turned his head to look, but Liliya was no longer by his side.

The room was empty, with only a faint, lingering fragrance remaining in the air.

Song Yang got up, took a quick shower, changed into clean clothes, and walked out of the room.

In the living room, the women were already gathered around the dining table, eating breakfast.

On the light screens in front of Zhang Xinmei and Bai Jie, various complex company registration procedures and legal clauses were displayed. The two were eating while discussing them intensely, full of energy.

Yang Yueqi was holding a personal terminal, earnestly browsing through the city's hottest celebrities and influencers, studying their outfits, speech, and mannerisms to prepare for her future role as an "image spokesperson."

Liliya sat quietly in her seat, eating her nutritional meal in small bites, as if the fiery, passionate woman in the cheongsam from last night had just been a dream for Song Yang.

Seeing Song Yang come out, she just raised her eyelids slightly before continuing to focus on her breakfast.

This made Song Yang breathe a sigh of relief, though he also felt a bit amused.

This alien girl's ability to learn and adapt in certain areas was truly ridiculously strong.

"Song Yang, come eat breakfast quickly. After we're done, we have to go to City Hall for a site visit," Zhang Xinmei called out.

"You guys go ahead. I don't understand company matters, so I won't follow along and cause trouble."

Song Yang sat down, picked up a piece of bread, and said, "I have other things to do today."

After finishing breakfast, the women left in a rush.

Song Yang returned to his room, closed the door, and immersed his consciousness into the world ring.

As his mental energy swept through, his breath hitched involuntarily.

Overnight, the Star Beast's size had undergone an astonishing change.

Its body, which was originally over twenty meters long, had now surged to over thirty meters, coiled there like a small white mountain.

Its snow-white fur was even shinier, and the pair of metallic wings on its back looked even more menacing, with the edges of every feather gleaming with a chilling, intimidating light.

Beside it, the liquid in the massive nutrient lake had dropped significantly at a rate visible to the naked eye, decreasing by at least one-fifth.

At this rate of consumption, the remaining nutrient solution probably wouldn't last more than a few days.

This was practically a bottomless pit.

Song Yang opened the Star Network without hesitation and entered the shop that specialized in selling high-energy nutrient solutions.

He directly entered a staggering number for the quantity and then clicked pay.

One hundred million star coins were transferred just like that.

For him now, this amount of money really wasn't much, but using it to feed a pet still seemed incredibly extravagant.

After handling the Star Beast's food issue, Song Yang came to his exclusive training room.

He lay down, and with a slight tingling sensation of electricity, his consciousness was instantly pulled away, entering the familiar virtual The Arena.

A cold system prompt sounded.

[Welcome back, Song Yang.]

[Your current points: 35.]

[Record: 35 wins, 0 losses.]

[Current ranking: 475,124.]

Having not logged in for a night, his ranking had dropped to outside the top few hundred thousand.

Song Yang glanced at the leaderboard. The guy at the very top already had over 300 points, and his win count had reached a terrifying 290+ matches, clearly a hardcore player who had fought all night.

He didn't pay attention to these things, instead closing his eyes to practice the second form of the Fentian Nine Spears over and over in his mind.

Breaking Flow.

The essence of this move was not in the sheer force of its power, but in grasping the timing and insight into the enemy's flaws.

Like a master butcher dismembering an ox, it was about finding the weakest joint and using the least amount of effort to cause the greatest damage.

It required the user to have a heart as still as water, with strikes as fast as lightning, to interrupt the enemy's attack rhythm and cut off their torrent of power.

After last night's mental communion and deep physical relaxation, Song Yang felt that his understanding of this move had deepened another level.

He took a deep breath and clicked match.

[Match successful, entering the battlefield...]

Light and shadow shifted, and he appeared on a desolate Gobi desert.

Opposite him was a heavy-armored warrior wielding a giant axe, with the ID "Axe Splits the Sky," looking aggressive.

"Kid, you're lucky to be matched with your grandpa!"

The heavy-armored warrior shouted in a muffled voice, charging over while carrying his giant axe, leaving a shallow pit on the ground with every step.

The spear tip struck first despite being launched later, not clashing head-on with the heavy, powerful axe blade.

The heavy-armored warrior only felt a clever vibrating force travel along the axe handle, instantly causing his fully charged strike to deviate from its trajectory and smash heavily into the empty ground beside him, kicking up a cloud of dust.

With one strike missed and his momentum spent, a huge opening immediately appeared in front of the heavy-armored warrior's chest.

Song Yang did not let this opportunity slip by.

The long spear followed like a shadow, its tip piercing straight into the gap in the opponent's chest armor.

The heavy-armored warrior was alarmed and quickly withdrew his giant axe to block, but Song Yang's spear momentum changed, switching from a thrust to a horizontal sweep, and the spear shaft struck heavily against his knee joint.

The heavy-armored warrior stumbled and dropped to one knee.

Before he could react, the cold spear tip had already pierced his skull.

[Victory!]

The whole process took no more than a dozen seconds.

Song Yang didn't even move more than three steps.

This was the terrifying part of "Breaking Flow"—using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds, breaking brute force with skill.

He didn't pause at all and immediately started the second match.

This time, the opponent was a speed-type assassin wielding dual blades with eerie movement techniques.

As soon as the battle began, the assassin's figure turned into several Afterimages, attacking Song Yang from all directions.

Song Yang remained standing in place, his mental energy highly concentrated, capturing every subtle movement of his opponent.

His long spear was no longer just a weapon of attack; it was more like an invisible net.

Every swing, every block, precisely blocked the opponent's advance route, forcing the assassin to change direction and interrupting his smooth attack rhythm.

The more the assassin fought, the more frustrated he felt. He felt that his speed, which he prided himself on, could not be displayed at all in front of the opponent. Every blade strike was predicted, every step was restricted; it was as if he was fighting against a slippery wall, having strength but nowhere to use it.

Seizing the moment of stiffness during the opponent's sudden stop and change of direction, Song Yang thrust his long spear forward fiercely, the spear striking like a dragon, directly piercing the assassin's chest.

[Victory!]

[Congratulations on achieving a ten-match winning streak!]

Next, the battles seemed to become a mechanical repetition.

Whether they were strength-type, agility-type, or tech-type opponents using energy weapons, they all appeared full of flaws in front of the "Breaking Flow" spear technique.

Song Yang's points and win count began to soar at an astonishing speed.

Twenty-match winning streak...

Thirty-match winning streak...

Fifty-match winning streak...

His ID also began to be mentioned in the public channel.

"Hey, did you guys see that guy named 'Song Yang'? A 100% win rate, isn't that too fake?"

"He must be bullying newbies who are just starting to grind their records. Let's see if he can keep it up when his points are higher."

"Don't say that, I watched one of his recordings. That spear technique really has something to it; he always hits the most uncomfortable spots for others."

Song Yang was completely unaware of the outside discussion.

He was completely immersed in the joy of battle. Every spear strike and every block made his understanding of "Breaking Flow" even deeper.

Time flew by.

When the cold system prompt sounded again, Song Yang finally broke out of that mysterious state.

[Congratulations on achieving a one-hundred-match winning streak!]

[Your current points: 100.]

[Record: 100 wins, 0 losses.]

[Current ranking: 14,781.]

In just one morning, he had fought his way from the hundreds of thousands into the 14,000s.

The record of 100 consecutive wins was shining with gold, dazzlingly brilliant.