High Martial Arts: Enlightenment after Practices

It wasn’t that he was fast, but that he had truly "vanished."

He had merged into this space corroded by Sword Intention. The next moment, he materialized three zhang behind Xu Wuyi, the Cyan Sword stabbing straight for his heart.

The instant the Cyan Sword struck, Xu Wuyi didn’t turn around.

He didn’t even try to dodge.

Because there was no time.

This strike from the Sword Intention manifestation had transcended pure speed, carrying with it a sense of "guaranteed hit" on a spatial level.

It was a manifestation of Ye Yixin’s comprehension of the Rules, born from achieving Great Success in his Sword Dao.

Within the sea of consciousness of Shen Jin, a Peak Grandmaster, this strand of Sword Intention could command authority far beyond that of an Illusion in a virtual battle.

’It’s impossible to dodge.’

Xu Wuyi knew this very well.

So he did something that seemed utterly inconceivable, even to Ye Yixin.

He took a step forward.

Not away in retreat, but toward the attacking sword’s edge. He met the killing blow head-on, actively moving forward.

The movement was small, yet it completely disrupted the Sword Intention manifestation’s Prejudgment.

The perfectly calculated trajectory of the stab was thrown off by a hair’s breadth because the target had suddenly moved forward half a step.

It was this minuscule difference that caused the blade, which should have pierced through his heart, to instead enter Xu Wuyi’s right back, missing his vital organ by three inches.

An immense pain washed over him like a tide.

The trauma to his conscious body fed back to his Spirit Core, causing the dark golden marsh in his sea of consciousness to churn violently.

The Golden Crow Illusion let out a silent shriek. Flame erupted from the heart of the marsh, surging along the channels of his Heart Image toward the wound in an attempt to fight off the corrosive Sword Intention.

But Xu Wuyi did not stop.

Using the forward momentum from his step, he twisted his body sharply to the left.

This movement caused the sword embedded in his back to twist within the wound. The tearing agony almost made him lose consciousness, but he gritted his teeth.

At the same time, he reversed his grip on his long spear and thrust its tip backward.

He wasn’t aiming for the Sword Intention manifestation’s body, but at a certain "empty point" one chi to its side.

When the Sword Intention manifestation executed this kind of space-merging thrust, its form would have an extremely brief moment of "solidification" at this node.

The Illusions in virtual battles didn’t have this flaw; or rather, the program couldn’t simulate such a subtle imperfection in Martial Arts.

But a true Sword Intention manifestation did.

Because this was the Martial Arts of a "person," not the Martial Arts of a "program."

The spear tip stabbed into empty space.

At the very instant the spear tip arrived, the figure of the Sword Intention manifestation truly did solidify there for a split second.

It was truly just a split second, so short it could hardly be measured in units of time.

But for Xu Wuyi, it was enough.

With a thought, he didn’t activate a preset Gravity trap, but instead directly manipulated the gravitational structure of the sea of consciousness itself.

The "breathing" of the dark golden marsh stopped abruptly.

Then, extreme Compression.

With the point of the spear’s entry as the epicenter, the Gravity within a half-zhang radius skyrocketed by a factor of thirty in a thousandth of a second, then its direction reversed, twisting forty-five degrees to the left.

This was not a preset change, but an instantaneous adjustment made based on the Sword Intention manifestation’s real-time position, posture, and direction of force.

It was like a master chess player who no longer pre-planned their moves, but calculated the optimal response in real-time for every piece their opponent placed.

The Gravity twisted.

*Pfft!*

Under the combined force of the tearing Gravity and the spear’s strike, a tiny crack appeared on the Sword Intention manifestation’s right shoulder.

The crack wasn’t large, only as fine as a strand of hair and no more than half an inch long.

But a sharp glint flashed in Xu Wuyi’s eyes.

’Now’s my chance!’

The instant he withdrew his spear, the point of golden light on its tip suddenly flared. It wasn’t the heavy, dark golden radiance from before, but a pure, blazing golden Flame.

The Undying True Flame!

In the sea of consciousness, Xu Wuyi couldn’t directly lock onto a target and ignite it like he could in reality, but he could transmit the flame through a "medium."

The crack created by the distorted Gravity was that medium.

The golden Flame burrowed into the crack like a spark falling into a pool of oil, instantly igniting the Sword Intention manifestation’s right shoulder.

"Hm?"

For the first time, the Sword Intention manifestation let out a sound tinged with obvious emotion.

His figure retreated hastily as he formed a sword with the fingers of his left hand and swiped at his right shoulder.

A cyan light flashed. The burning area was forcefully severed, transforming into a cluster of golden fire that drifted away and dissipated.

But Xu Wuyi had already seen the flicker in its eyes.

It wasn’t pain—the Sword Intention manifestation felt no pain. It was "surprise," a sense of disharmony from having its "plan disrupted."

"You are familiar with my sword." The Sword Intention manifestation stopped thirty zhang away. The crack on its right shoulder had already healed, but the portion of Sword Intention that had just been severed was permanently lost.

Xu Wuyi stood up straight. The wound on his back was still weeping specks of dark golden light—a sign of his leaking Power of Heart Image.

But he didn’t answer.

He was seizing the moment to recover while his mind raced.

That last exchange had verified his theory.

The preset Gravity traps were like a paper-thin line of defense before Ye Yixin’s true Sword Intention; his opponent could shatter them directly with a higher-level understanding of the Rules.

But the situation was different with a "real-time manipulation" of gravitational distortion.

Because the activation of the gravitational distortion was synchronized with the Sword Intention manifestation’s movements, his opponent was unable to make a Prejudgment and could only rely on on-the-spot reactions to counter it.

And on-the-spot reactions were precisely the weakness of a "person."

Even if this Sword Intention carried Ye Yixin’s understanding of Martial Arts, it was ultimately just a strand of Sword Intention. It lacked the Spiritual quality that allowed a true "person" to erupt with power in a desperate situation, and it had none of the potential to "surpass oneself."

It was merely operating according to a set of pre-established rules and logic.

Over the past month, through hundreds of battles, Xu Wuyi had already figured out seventy percent of these rules and logic.

"It seems so." Seeing that he didn’t answer, the Sword Intention manifestation nodded instead. "The virtual battle system... The Star Yuan Federation’s technology is indeed interesting."

He raised the Cyan Sword. The light on its blade began to recede—not weakening, but compressing inward.

"But virtual is still virtual, in the end." The Sword Intention manifestation’s voice calmed. "Now, let me show you the true ’Heart-Inquiry Sword’."

As his voice fell.

The entire shattered world suddenly fell silent.

It wasn’t that sound had disappeared, but that all of the "Momentum" had begun to converge on the Sword Intention manifestation.

The cyan light seeping from the spiderweb-like cracks in the sky, the suppressed throbbing of Sword Intent deep within the Earth, the sharp edge of Sword Intention permeating the air... Everything was flowing toward that Cyan Sword.

The sword’s blade grew brighter and brighter, yet it also looked more and more "ordinary."

It was as if all its brilliance had been drawn inward to the extreme, leaving only the purest hint of cyan.

Xu Wuyi’s pupils contracted.

He sensed danger.

Extreme danger.

This sword strike was different from all the previous attacks. It didn’t target a point or a line, but "existence" itself.

Locked on by the Sword Intention, he even had the illusion that his very "existence" within this sea of consciousness was being slowly "erased" by that sword.

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