Martial Arts: Starting with Creating a Genius Persona

Chapter 66 The Enemy is Terrified

Lu Yuan gritted his teeth, stopped walking, twisted his waist, and raised his hand.

Shaoshang Sword.

Shangyang Sword.

Zhongchong Sword.

Guan Chong Sword.

......

All six meridians emerge simultaneously.

Six invisible sword energies exploded from his fingertips, weaving into a seamless sword net in the narrow alley.

Jia Chunqiu didn't dodge at all; he simply raised his left hand and waved it a few times.

Several sword energies grazed his sleeves and shoulders, leaving shallow scratches.

He glanced down at the tear in his sleeve, but instead of being angry, he threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"Just as I suspected! The complete Six Meridians! I was right after all!"

"You are not a descendant of the Duan family! A descendant of the Duan family could never have all six branches intact!"

"Do you know why? It's not that they lack talent... it's that the remaining three meridian manuals are only in the hands of my Heavenly Mystery Pavilion!"

"Only with all six meridians intact can one cultivate without being restricted by bloodlines!"

Jia Chunqiu stopped laughing, and his tone suddenly turned cold.

"I'm not playing with you anymore."

He flashed away, this time holding nothing back.

With his speed at full power, he left an afterimage in place and appeared in front of Lu Yuan in the next instant.

He raised his right index finger, concentrating the power of the One Yang Finger at its tip to its fullest extent.

All of the previous attempts were just tests, but this time he truly harbored a hint of killing intent.

Lu Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

There's no escaping this finger strike.

There was no time for any movement techniques; it was impossible to block them.

As the finger force pointed towards his chest, he only had time to slightly turn his body to avoid hitting his vital spot.

But just before the force of the finger strikes him, Jia Chunqiu's brow furrows without warning.

It wasn't that my move was interrupted, but rather that something unseen gently tapped my brain.

His hand slipped.

The finger grazed Lu Yuan's ribs, the scorching force tearing a gash in his side, but most of the force had dissipated.

Lu Yuan was forced back several steps by the residual force, and his back slammed into the earthen wall, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

It doesn't hurt.

Pain immunity kept his expression calm.

The immense impact nearly knocked him off his feet, and he managed to straighten up by leaning against the earthen wall.

Jia Chunqiu did not pursue them.

He stood there, his left hand covering his temple, his brow furrowed.

She raised her head and stared intently at Lu Yuan, her eyes showing surprise and doubt for the first time.

"What martial art did you just use? How could it affect my mind?"

Martial arts?

Lu Yuan leaned against the earthen wall, panting heavily, and was also taken aback when he heard these words.

He didn't do anything right?

Then he noticed the panel in his mind.

The white entry for "[Enemy Terrified]" lying in the corner is now flickering slightly.

What is the purpose of this entry?

The entry seems to have some effect, but the effect appears to be limited.

It was only enough for Jia Chunqiu to slightly deflect his hand.

The entry flashed twice and then went dark again.

This term only affects experts at the Acquired Realm for a fleeting moment.

This moment wasn't enough for him to turn the tide, but it was enough for him to survive.

Jia Chunqiu covered his temples, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes for the first time.

What he feared was not Lu Yuan's cultivation level.

In his eyes, a mid-stage blood clotting patient was at most a slightly larger ant.

What he feared was the feeling of losing control of his mind for that brief moment.

Without a sound or any fluctuation of internal energy, his mind was as if it had been gently touched by an invisible hand.

The One-Finger Divine Skill immediately went astray.

Having lived to such an old age, Jia Chunqiu had witnessed countless extraordinary martial arts techniques.

But anything that could directly affect one's mind and spirit is unheard of.

This time, he didn't make a move. Instead, he took a step back and deliberately increased the distance between himself and Lu Yuan.

The previous mockery in his eyes as he looked at Lu Yuan had vanished, replaced by a stronger interest.

"Judging from your appearance, you're only sixteen or seventeen years old."

Jia Chunqiu still had the same smile on his face.

The sound returned to its previous steady state.

"At such a young age, you possess the bloodline of the Qilin, know the complete Six Meridians Divine Sword, the Lingbo Steps... and even this kind of bizarre martial art that can affect the mind. Chen Dagou, I have served as a guide in Wuyun County for fifteen years and have seen no fewer than a hundred geniuses, but none like you."

He paused, his tone becoming even more amiable.

It was as if they were discussing a very profitable deal with Lu Yuan.

"My biggest flaw is my fondness for talent. If you're honest, tell me where you learned the complete Six Meridians Divine Skill and the Lingbo Steps, who taught you, and what that mentally disturbing martial art was?"

"Not only will I spare your life, but I'll also personally recommend you to the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion. With your talent, you'll be able to enter the inner sect in a few years, and becoming a Dharma Transmission Elder in the future isn't impossible... What do you think of this proposal?"

Lu Yuan leaned against the earthen wall, his hand covering his wound.

Right now, all he has left are the compressed version of his internal energy transformation and the unused [Fighting Spirit Strike].

Neither of these two individuals seems capable of solving Jia Chunqiu's current problem.

What if we use them together?

A sudden inspiration struck Lu Yuan.

He has never used these two tactics together.

Compressing internal energy into qi requires a charging time, while [Powerful Strike] is a skill that bursts forth instantly.

If one launches a powerful strike at the moment the internal force, compressed to its limit, is released, the force can theoretically be doubled.

But it's just theory.

He had never tried the combined effect of the two techniques, nor had he had the opportunity to try it.

do not care.

Lu Yuan replied, his tone full of difficulty, "I'll think about it..."

Jia Chunqiu thought Lu Yuan was hesitating, but in fact he was quietly gathering his strength.

Every last bit of internal energy remaining in the dantian was being quietly mobilized, compressed along the meridians to the tip of the right index finger, compressed to the size of a needle tip, and then compressed to one-tenth the size of a needle tip.

How do I know you won't lie to me?

Lu Yuan suppressed his surging internal energy and deliberately made his voice sound somewhat hesitant.

"What if I tell the truth, and you still won't let me go?"

Seeing that his tone had softened, Jia Chunqiu's tense shoulders relaxed a bit, and his attitude became even more gentle.

He said, "The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion has stood for hundreds of years; it wouldn't lie to a mere junior in the Blood Condensation Realm. As long as you tell the truth, I will naturally explain the situation to the Pavilion."

"All right."

Lu Yuan lowered his head, as if he had made a great decision.

Jia Chunqiu took half a step forward, tilting his head to wait for his answer.

He noticed that Lu Yuan's right fingertips were trembling slightly, a sign that he was circulating his internal energy.

But he didn't take it to heart.

He assumed that the young man in front of him had injured his meridians with his One-Finger Divine Skill, causing his internal energy to become unstable.

Jia Chunqiu didn't take it to heart, mainly because he didn't believe it.

He believed that even if a junior in the mid-stage of blood clotting had many trump cards, he couldn't possibly hurt him.

"This manual," Lu Yuan raised his head, his voice low, as if he were telling a secret that could never be heard by outsiders.

"It was left to me by my mother."

Jia Chunqiu frowned sharply.

He stared directly into Lu Yuan's eyes and pressed, "How old are you this year?"

"sixteen."

Jia Chunqiu's gaze changed slightly.

"Sixteen years old... sixteen years ago... hahaha, I knew it!"